Oct 2013
at the tip of cloudy fingers
on our sky's hand
lies a rainbow insensate
like a mortal band
basking in its own glory
does the image fade
in the steps of own reflection
beauties of world fade
on our sky's hand
lies a rainbow insensate
like a mortal band
basking in its own glory
does the image fade
in the steps of own reflection
beauties of world fade
