Words and sounds are connected to the images seen
The eyes tell tales before tongue hisses
The December child walks bare to the unknown roads foreseen
The wit of the mind does not mind the matter
And what does, does not matter
Perception limns a breakage at intervals
Everything is blurred after a dream
Even family.
Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 8:27 AM UTC
Words and sounds are connected to the images seen
The eyes tell tales before tongue hisses
The December child walks bare to the unknown roads foreseen
The wit of the mind does not mind the matter
And what does, does not matter
Perception limns a breakage at intervals
Everything is blurred after a dream
Even family.
