How narrow a life
how thin this ink and gouache morning seems
as we watch the slow decay of lamplight
with soul-spilling grief
do you recall a more bitter time
to still believe in morning
Writeography by Steven Baird
How narrow a life
how thin this ink and gouache morning seems
as we watch the slow decay of lamplight
with soul-spilling grief
do you recall a more bitter time
to still believe in morning