in the keening wind, the palm tree blows, but no one knows, for no one’s there — with the coming chill of novembertime, the truth is, i’m just half-…
a lost poem
a lost poem
in the keening wind, the palm tree blows, but no one knows, for no one’s there — with the coming chill of novembertime, the truth is, i’m just half-…
a lost poem
