The shadows I carry
smell like lemongrass.
They melt in the rain,
-softly-
gray ghosts on gray mass.
I hold them close
-lemongrass-
roll in their hills and valleys,
on summer nights they watch
and the clouds move slowly past.
Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 10:27 PM UTC
The shadows I carry
smell like lemongrass.
They melt in the rain,
-softly-
gray ghosts on gray mass.
I hold them close
-lemongrass-
roll in their hills and valleys,
on summer nights they watch
and the clouds move slowly past.