
Always looking down, With craned necks, To glimpse the moonlit surface. ~ Just a little drop, Of someone’s fear, Falls into every well. ~ A sympathetic breath, In the shadows Seeps into all the fractures. ~ Maybe just a mark, … Continue reading
Always looking down, With craned necks, To glimpse the moonlit surface. ~ Just a little drop, Of someone’s fear, Falls into every well. ~ A sympathetic breath, In the shadows Seeps into all the fractures. ~ Maybe just a mark, … Continue reading