A month goes by, then years, they blend
Tag: futility
Sonnet XVI – Time Tasting
That day shall come, too soon , notfastenough;
Six Flags falls on Hard Times
open, but just barely.
exercising hearts and minds, lest they waste away
A month goes by, then years, they blend
That day shall come, too soon , notfastenough;
open, but just barely.