#1369-Black
30/04/2021
The sun’s setting.
A silver ray of light,
Appearing from nowhere.
Green grass,
Breathing besides old,
Dried friends.
An every-day image,
Transporting buried memories,
Best forgotten.
But they linger on.
Maybe I should’ve buried them,
Inside a black heart.
Maybe then,
They would have drowned.
Silently.
