An hour is as fleeting as
the angle of the morning sun,
as brief as any moment has
a kinship with the current one.
The fabric of the world with all
its artwork, every sun-dried streak,
refits the future with a small
reworking of a brush technique.
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 8:05 AM UTC
An hour is as fleeting as
the angle of the morning sun,
as brief as any moment has
a kinship with the current one.
The fabric of the world with all
its artwork, every sun-dried streak,
refits the future with a small
reworking of a brush technique.