Poems are good. |
the cool, abyssal embrace, liquid and always...
trails behind you only an inch away...
sing with me, sweet wind, and put my
worried thoughts to rest...
you were too big for me to warm you,
so you had to let me go...
the cool, abyssal embrace, liquid and always...
trails behind you only an inch away...
it exists outside the bonds that entrap them,
and wanders for a place outside eternity...
the wintry chill of the morning-
it washes over our prone bodies...