Jul 2020
angel crush
into dust
a fallen dream
evaporates
like smoke
the sky wants
to cry but
there are
no more tears
we are all
unborn fruit
dried vines
with nothing
left to give
into dust
a fallen dream
evaporates
like smoke
the sky wants
to cry but
there are
no more tears
we are all
unborn fruit
dried vines
with nothing
left to give
