the longing with
which I hold on to memories of success,
bleed mercilessly into
endless days
and nights of summer.
and firm visions
of yesterday slip uncertain
into the haze of here
and now.
the longing with
which I hold on to memories of success,
bleed mercilessly into
endless days
and nights of summer.
and firm visions
of yesterday slip uncertain
into the haze of here
and now.