Sunless
Dear youIn the place I love the leaves are coming in. The world will become full of colour, it will deepen and enrich the world, then fade and disappear, till all that is left is the stark outline of the beauty it once held. Then the people who live there will huddle up in the cold and wish again for the brief sunshine.
I hope your world is brighter without me. I feel only sorrow that I am a cloud when all I ever want is to be a small warming glow somewhere in the picture of your life.
D.
posted by Dr Zen @ 12:54 am
1 Comments:
Dirge.
Post a Comment
<< Home