23h
Winds howl through my ears
empty voices, empty rules,
dust beneath my feet.
Stars burn, mountains fall,
yet still they beg me to care.
I just light my smoke.
empty voices, empty rules,
dust beneath my feet.
Stars burn, mountains fall,
yet still they beg me to care.
I just light my smoke.
Copyright Malcolm Gladwin
February 2025
Random thoughts
February 2025
Random thoughts
