Jun 2018
so far they led us
into the green hills,
where we stood back
and let the past follow.
dealt with dice,
life becomes
abstract,
dreaming
of distances and partitions
if only
it lasted longer
into the green hills,
where we stood back
and let the past follow.
dealt with dice,
life becomes
abstract,
dreaming
of distances and partitions
if only
it lasted longer
Written by
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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