Jul 2019
Seven days
laid out in a lawn.
Leaven air in ways
that we can smell at day
It's only shade
when fires burn at eve
It's the only way...
air breathes, too much for us to grieve.
laid out in a lawn.
Leaven air in ways
that we can smell at day
It's only shade
when fires burn at eve
It's the only way...
air breathes, too much for us to grieve.
