…as she closes one door,
French panes between your
stunned remembrances & her
unjust recompense as she
goes…& glides across
the avenue towards
a son in your sky
~~
circumstances;
…that’s pain….
…as she closes one door,
French panes between your
stunned remembrances & her
unjust recompense as she
goes…& glides across
the avenue towards
a son in your sky
~~
circumstances;
…that’s pain….
…as she closes one door,
French panes between your
stunned remembrances & her
unjust recompense as she
goes…& glides across
the avenue towards
a son in your sky
~~
circumstances;
…that’s pain….