“Untitled”
time coasts past
like clouds of
dream
sweet spoken words
lost in-between
the truth’s not
really what it
seems,
so often bared,
but seldom
seen.
Written in collaboration with @grumpygorman at handsinthegarden.com ©2023
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
“Untitled”
time coasts past
like clouds of
dream
sweet spoken words
lost in-between
the truth’s not
really what it
seems,
so often bared,
but seldom
seen.
Written in collaboration with @grumpygorman at handsinthegarden.com ©2023