the orb of interruption spins daily into certain longitudes Alas! No frieze reveals a surface as well as the weather Didn't get a proper coat of paint on the bench the old woman mutters Stuck there in the rain
All the balloons have been packed away and the heavy air keeps her thinking a man once called her sweet names out among the blossoms the water fountain by his side
So that they do not breeze along without worry
ReplyDeletethe orb of interruption spins daily into
certain longitudes
Alas! No frieze reveals a surface as well as the
weather
Didn't get a proper coat of paint
on the bench
the old woman mutters
Stuck there in the rain
All the balloons have been packed away
and the heavy air keeps her thinking
a man once called her sweet names
out among the blossoms
the water fountain by his side