12-2-17
Lilac pedals
Contrast the orange sky
"It will never be the same, will it?"
He asks me in this dream
The flowers wilted
As the cold of night
Bled into the air
I shake my head
As the difference settles in.
12-2-17
Lilac pedals
Contrast the orange sky
"It will never be the same, will it?"
He asks me in this dream
The flowers wilted
As the cold of night
Bled into the air
I shake my head
As the difference settles in.