Aug 14
The sun
says nothing,
yet the
world
answers-
warbling,
chirring,
tweeting.
The sun opens
me like a door
each day and
the moon is
my final exit-
and between
these two
i'm kept.
says nothing,
yet the
world
answers-
warbling,
chirring,
tweeting.
The sun opens
me like a door
each day and
the moon is
my final exit-
and between
these two
i'm kept.
