Feb 13
Haggard fields,
A frozen landscape in ruins.
The last pale light of winter,
Fading over the horizon.
My lungs assunder
My hands covered in cheap wool,
The barn I dreamt weeps in hushed silences
A frozen landscape in ruins.
The last pale light of winter,
Fading over the horizon.
My lungs assunder
My hands covered in cheap wool,
The barn I dreamt weeps in hushed silences
