Five A’s
Among the clothes of trees, tossed aside
All in heaps of brittle ingots,
A lone flower; petal sentinel.
A memory.
A scar.
A mark.
I've been known to, on occasion, put fingers to keyboard and bash out some very average fiction. You can read it here, but you probably shouldn't.
Among the clothes of trees, tossed aside
All in heaps of brittle ingots,
A lone flower; petal sentinel.
A memory.
A scar.
A mark.
Posted by purplesime at 8:38 pm 1 comments