END OF THE DAY.
But once more the world comes to its own rescue.
light streaks the dirty concrete with a faint tremble of leaves.
I seek my house, amazed and ice-like in the white glare, while songbird holds the silence back.
light streaks the dirty concrete with a faint tremble of leaves.
I seek my house, amazed and ice-like in the white glare, while songbird holds the silence back.
