Dear Alice
You are the passage
of time
I saw you as the
shadow of a glimpse,
eclipsed by the blink
of an eye;
transitory as rain,
the prisoner of circumstance,
over a flexible roof.
Impulse.
Unheard question of- what's the use?
You are the passage
of time
I saw you as the
shadow of a glimpse,
eclipsed by the blink
of an eye;
transitory as rain,
the prisoner of circumstance,
over a flexible roof.
Impulse.
Unheard question of- what's the use?