Jan 2021
Fluorescent shadows
Quake on the concrete.
Like autumn leaves
In a solitary plain,
The ****** and disappear.
Shadows of men I don’t see,
I guess they’ll always be there,
Haunting me.
Quake on the concrete.
Like autumn leaves
In a solitary plain,
The ****** and disappear.
Shadows of men I don’t see,
I guess they’ll always be there,
Haunting me.
