A sketch
A series of words,
Like raindrops with no meaning,
We utter them in turns
To shade the light of feeling.
Left flowers
On the bus stop
And nobody in sight
Are a story stay untold,
Hidden outside.
23.05.2016
Like raindrops with no meaning,
We utter them in turns
To shade the light of feeling.
Left flowers
On the bus stop
And nobody in sight
Are a story stay untold,
Hidden outside.
23.05.2016
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