Oct 2019
In mind a young mans fortune told
His sky colored and emboldened by light
Though the story is winding like a forest old
Falling into complexity at every summers end
It's in discovery And time
Which you are found
Lest I find
That I loved not you but this image of mine
His sky colored and emboldened by light
Though the story is winding like a forest old
Falling into complexity at every summers end
It's in discovery And time
Which you are found
Lest I find
That I loved not you but this image of mine
He named her and I couldn't help but laugh, at his lack of a tangible definition.
