Nov 2014
the bright sun
shines and smiles
and the music of the wind
make dance the fallen leaves,
but my sombre heart sees naught
but malevolent heat
and swaying puppets
on strings of wind.
shines and smiles
and the music of the wind
make dance the fallen leaves,
but my sombre heart sees naught
but malevolent heat
and swaying puppets
on strings of wind.
