Jul 2020
I wept in the flames of my life,
Scratching at the rubble in vain.
The roof caved in. I smiled wildly,
Now nothing hid the stars from view.
Your paintings burnt quietly
As I framed the moon.
Scratching at the rubble in vain.
The roof caved in. I smiled wildly,
Now nothing hid the stars from view.
Your paintings burnt quietly
As I framed the moon.
