Jul 2010
Evening comes
And the day
Grows dim.
Tired of
Illusions
From a setting sun
As the routine
Continues:
Sunrise,
Sunset;
But the skies
With its clouds
Intact.
And the day
Grows dim.
Tired of
Illusions
From a setting sun
As the routine
Continues:
Sunrise,
Sunset;
But the skies
With its clouds
Intact.
