somewhere
deep within
the heap of
habit,
a forest dusk
hum echoing
through ages
and time,
clean as a shroud,
pure as a womb,
await the embers
of a bonfire...
somewhere
deep within
the heap of
habit,
a forest dusk
hum echoing
through ages
and time,
clean as a shroud,
pure as a womb,
await the embers
of a bonfire...
