Sunday, March 21, 2021

21

Its 21 March

As i pretend to crawl
I pretend to write
Its an wonderlands fall
A friendly fist fight
Stall by day
Flowing by night
Its an water gush i see
Are words of ink grey
Are thoughts dropping free
An warm wind March lace
That wanted to be May
Daring on someone's face.

2021 Gallardo Santini