small poems & small plates
breezing along without a worrythe orb of interruption spins dailyno frieze revealing a surfaceas clear as the weatherdidn't get a proper coat of painton this my always benchthe old woman muttersstuck there in the rain
breezing along without a worry
ReplyDeletethe orb of interruption spins daily
no frieze revealing a surface
as clear as the weather
didn't get a proper coat of paint
on this my always bench
the old woman mutters
stuck there in the rain