there you are,
wandering alone in life,
a make-shift rucksack unburden by
-- leaded stone
dreams
filled with radiant
forgotten poems
and of love
-barren shelves
of forgotten
tomes , once shared.
I wanted to share something different, as it has been a while. This is still a work in progress, but I tried to produce something with several different readings as a conceptual challenge for myself. Hope you enjoy!
