Nov 2014
Is it the moon
Pulling out my unfed longings
Is it winter stars
Setting aflame the darts
I threw
Dry
Vain wisps of smoke
Drift up
to choke
and give
no warmth
Pulling out my unfed longings
Is it winter stars
Setting aflame the darts
I threw
Dry
Vain wisps of smoke
Drift up
to choke
and give
no warmth
A musing on my currently turbulent emotions and feelings of thirst
