Sep 2010
These melancholy
days pass by
like broken dreams
in a stream
I stare out
at the window
and wonder,
When will
this all be
over?
days pass by
like broken dreams
in a stream
I stare out
at the window
and wonder,
When will
this all be
over?
(8-30-10)
I was originally going to title this poem "Who are we?", but ended up changing when the poem started sounding different than I had planned it to.
I was originally going to title this poem "Who are we?", but ended up changing when the poem started sounding different than I had planned it to.
