The colours of spring
are thinner than the
colours of sorrow,
in the uneven endings
of the day I taste my
retreat.
No longer at ease in
waiting, I set traps for
my fears.
April 24, 2017
are thinner than the
colours of sorrow,
in the uneven endings
of the day I taste my
retreat.
No longer at ease in
waiting, I set traps for
my fears.
April 24, 2017
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