there are many things,
that could have been,
but it's no use,
catching yesterday's clouds,
with tomorrow's net.
YOU ARE READING
n.i.m.b.u.s.
Poetrywords that pour from the veins of the sky. a collection of joyous, soul-crushing melodies, set to the tune of the desert-seaside breeze. //#539 in Poetry [2016.07.10]
yesterday's clouds
there are many things,
that could have been,
but it's no use,
catching yesterday's clouds,
with tomorrow's net.
