The lotus bobs to the current's
cursive, a snow sud residue
tracing atop listless riverwater.
When it brushes against my
ankles a petal splits like a
broken letter, your goodbye.
There was so much left unsaid.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 12:57 PM UTC
The lotus bobs to the current's
cursive, a snow sud residue
tracing atop listless riverwater.
When it brushes against my
ankles a petal splits like a
broken letter, your goodbye.
There was so much left unsaid.