michaelboy (
michaelboy) wrote2021-11-28 08:16 pm
Good Night, Gesso
She whispers warm days of hope unspoken
in a gallery of lost chords and undrawn lines
where works are the torment of desperate laments
touching so close to the country undiscovered and yet returning - precocious, fertile and alive
to an abundance of water-ice, this cool night air
in a gallery of lost chords and undrawn lines
where works are the torment of desperate laments
touching so close to the country undiscovered and yet returning - precocious, fertile and alive
to an abundance of water-ice, this cool night air