Putting words together is a devolution of self;
the soft underwash of sea darkens sand,
a faded sun burns out over rooftops of rain,
a snow train stops in frost under polar stars;
but this is beyond me, over the edge.
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 3:35 AM UTC
Putting words together is a devolution of self;
the soft underwash of sea darkens sand,
a faded sun burns out over rooftops of rain,
a snow train stops in frost under polar stars;
but this is beyond me, over the edge.