#59
17/04/07 00:27 Filed in: poetry
To the meshes of the afternoon,
we’ll embark around musicians,
feeding our nocturnal vision.
Before anything else to discern the unborn tragedy and mourn for life and brevity to express anything else.
we’ll embark around musicians,
feeding our nocturnal vision.
Before anything else to discern the unborn tragedy and mourn for life and brevity to express anything else.