17h
A golden-slipped branch
dips its elbow, in living water.
On a grey day--with clockwork
charm, settling down.
Strengthing the resistance to
faint, with the reality that--
this is Now.
dips its elbow, in living water.
On a grey day--with clockwork
charm, settling down.
Strengthing the resistance to
faint, with the reality that--
this is Now.
