May 2013
it has always been the same,
water going down hill,
thick frost of winter’s morning.
now the birds song at 4 am,
bad news soften by dreams,
new days. it has usually
been the same.
sbm.
water going down hill,
thick frost of winter’s morning.
now the birds song at 4 am,
bad news soften by dreams,
new days. it has usually
been the same.
sbm.
