legacy
clear spring night: the train— the sound that draws us to ask: where are we going?
clear spring night: the train— the sound that draws us to ask: where are we going?
i’ve counted the booksof poems in my house, and thespiders. good ratio.
seeing both sides, the seeker looks beyond, and asks a stupid question
clear spring night: the train– the sound that draws us to ask: where are we going?
spring: my faultless friends have spiders in the corners of their model home.