murmurs
from yesterday
shape stone,
and soul.
each serene moment
of mystery
inevitably lost
to the next.
continuous, infinite,
and
fleeting.
secrets, and stories I’ll never know,
but still,
a comfort
to this thirsty soul.
murmurs
from yesterday
shape stone,
and soul.
each serene moment
of mystery
inevitably lost
to the next.
continuous, infinite,
and
fleeting.
secrets, and stories I’ll never know,
but still,
a comfort
to this thirsty soul.