If spoken words meant the same
and if they still sing the memories of
full breaths and shared palms,
the steady elapsed ticks of the long-sunken
hand will resurface once more to chronicle
the suns of days and stars of nights.
Apr 18, 2021
Apr 18, 2021 at 8:57 AM UTC
If spoken words meant the same
and if they still sing the memories of
full breaths and shared palms,
the steady elapsed ticks of the long-sunken
hand will resurface once more to chronicle
the suns of days and stars of nights.
