hands in the earth
there's a growing feeling
that i may not be
the first human
to feel sad
after rain
water wriggles its way
creating and following
a path
how can sadness
be old and new?
choose one or the other
for fuck's sake
when the land
takes me back
how will it know
my name?
hands will remember
and perhaps
we'll hold
each other with love
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]
<< Home