When you were you,
me picked up the words...
A long night?
unending was...
For a lake feel
to find the four-leaf clover...
Autumn sets
deeper, after equinox. The...
Playing a foghorn
for self-esteem...
Boy, the fresh breeze sways the old leaves
too carefully almost as if...
Let there be dark
in your life...
Begins to reel,
the dusk...
The clouds hang on the strings.
I cannot dry my eyes...
Teaching self the,
art of dying...
This age of depression?
Do you hear...
It was time to
modify the heritage...