14.
Still some magic left
in numbers
though there was time
and minnows,
small sticks
to flame,
days and nights inseperable
through touch.
Limbs.
In a way we were one tree,
but half of us
dead.
14.
Still some magic left
in numbers
though there was time
and minnows,
small sticks
to flame,
days and nights inseperable
through touch.
Limbs.
In a way we were one tree,
but half of us
dead.