11/28/2017
"*Desire and
All the sweet pulsing aches
And gentle hurtings
That were you,
Are gone into the sullen dark...*"
Ernest Hemingway
Pain
because the sky is darkening
and turning bruise blue.
I glance out the window
look for some kind of answer
and nothing comes to me.
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 4:39 PM UTC
11/28/2017
"*Desire and
All the sweet pulsing aches
And gentle hurtings
That were you,
Are gone into the sullen dark...*"
Ernest Hemingway
Pain
because the sky is darkening
and turning bruise blue.
I glance out the window
look for some kind of answer
and nothing comes to me.