out of opaque glass was massed a fine rain, light seemed dolce.per Joey was not. soaking the anxieties he saw as cookies, become heavy and drop him. cups special version of the biennial lagoon and piled high on a wobbly tower of ceramics. avant-garde literary and dandy there were no more. running through the fields in August, between the ears that were no longer there. films that are yellowing, old rusty batteries. that saturate the photo left to dusty. When the exams will end
We'll go to sea with the car
And we'll talk about when I told you
What beautiful eyes you have
Who knows how well I see
We'll go to sea with the car
And we'll talk about when I told you
What beautiful eyes you have
Who knows how well I see
0 comments:
Post a Comment