Dead and gone,
The clouds are gone.
Waiting no more for a rain at night
I've got nothing left for love to look upon
YOU ARE READING
365 DAYS.
PoetryI am simply drinking coffee and rather lazily writing poems days after I was supposed to.
DAY 64: Gone
Dead and gone,
The clouds are gone.
Waiting no more for a rain at night
I've got nothing left for love to look upon
