An afternoon of dark flowers.
Werner told me,
there were bad men in flight.
Then we sat in a broken circle,
as if the air was forbidden
with stopped time,
the room choked with dust.
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 4:56 AM UTC
An afternoon of dark flowers.
Werner told me,
there were bad men in flight.
Then we sat in a broken circle,
as if the air was forbidden
with stopped time,
the room choked with dust.