Raindrops on
My windowsill
Race down
Paths that
Light trace for it,
Faint slants
Which carve
Niches for
The innocent—
Mornings which
Cough faintly,
Smoke lingering
On her throat
But still singing.
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 10:19 AM UTC
Raindrops on
My windowsill
Race down
Paths that
Light trace for it,
Faint slants
Which carve
Niches for
The innocent—
Mornings which
Cough faintly,
Smoke lingering
On her throat
But still singing.
