by Merdy Feb 3, 2012
category :
Miscellaneous /
Misc. poems
Facing a lonely woman, He felt a stronger loneliness build up inside him. The same story seemed to be told in every corner of the world. Men playing, women loving, and it was told in such a limited number of ways. What the father did the son does, and what the son does the grandson will do. In the midst of change, the world remains unaltered. |