I love the sound,
it is dry and Siberian.
Like cold black basalt,
in stark white snow.
Some neighborhoods,
lack a description,
like they need an amnesty,
you want to close your eyes,
and soak them in,
then tell no one.
I'm standing against a wall,
leaning on it,
moss growing every where,
and staring straight ahead.
Sometimes, out of the gray fog,
and the honest rain,
you look like a summer night,
naked and warm.
3 comments:
megha~ Thanks :)
Dude I really like this. It's my favorite!
dhun~Thanks girl. :)
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