The fire is embers, after hours of crackle and burn
Good morning, you
Who has mowed me over, and over again
In the soft moonlight, taking inventory of my every whim
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The fire is embers, after hours of crackle and burn
Good morning, you
Who has mowed me over, and over again
In the soft moonlight, taking inventory of my every whim