Sunsets are never the same
Like all other moments
When our senses are attuned
For all the detail
They’re designed for
But we won’t know
If the only friends we choose
Are walls
Sunsets are never the same
Like all other moments
When our senses are attuned
For all the detail
They’re designed for
But we won’t know
If the only friends we choose
Are walls
Ah, thank you, Owen. and isn’t it beautiful when the friends one is with open up windows? i think you often do that for your readers.
Angel in the dust