The city is reflected by the sky
in million fragmented motions
that spread beyond the limiting horizon
and wait in breathless apprehension.
I reach out the window and pull down the curtain.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The city is reflected by the sky
in million fragmented motions
that spread beyond the limiting horizon
and wait in breathless apprehension.
I reach out the window and pull down the curtain.