This is what I’ll tell you,
Years from now,
When we’re both old: …
Monthly Archives: November 2017
Autumn leaves reflecting the sun,
The usual sea of people,
Nowhere to be found. …
On cold winter days,
The old tree near our village
Wears a thin layer of snow. …
There was a time
When form dictated my life.
Straight lines, neatness, order, …
