At the illusion of we
The needles knit madly
Their alt storytelling weaves.
You listen, reflect,
And go back to the pain,
But at some point it becomes
Too great of a globe to hold up,
And where it goes
Is impossible to know,
For in it's wake has come beauty
-- le Pain de Fleurs --
As if it was always the same thing.
Sunday, October 28, 2018
Owl Days #6
