it's days like these
when everything is wet
but it's not raining
when black crows stand out
on a cloudy grayscale
minor chords that perch
on empty branches and telephone poles
and roam the main roads
when no cars are passing
it's days like these
when the trees know a sad song
and weep in the autumn fog
Nov 16, 2010
Nov 16, 2010 at 7:57 AM UTC
it's days like these
when everything is wet
but it's not raining
when black crows stand out
on a cloudy grayscale
minor chords that perch
on empty branches and telephone poles
and roam the main roads
when no cars are passing
it's days like these
when the trees know a sad song
and weep in the autumn fog