paint
dripping
slowly down
forgotten walls –
a dingy, low-set ceiling;
none
standing
anymore:
the lights have died,
but nobody’s left kneeling
To share is human:
This Is What It Meant
Skip to content
"Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn."
?
LikeLiked by 1 person
So what is happening here? And your previous post too?
LikeLike