INT. BUCKWHEAT FIELD - NIGHT
SHE is sitting surrounded by buckwheat flowers.
i'd wait for the day you come back.
worry comes in surges, doubt comes in flocks.
time was a peculiar thing, it'd wear away the elasticity of my beauty. and then i'd think your mind would change.
YOU ARE READING
animus meus
Poetryrandom thoughts i've decided to put down on paper. (2020) (formerly known as "Fragments of My Intellect" 04/07/2021)
