The long winter is past

barren trees

Cliches we are: the barren trees, the absent light, the frozen droplets of blood on your childrens’ knees.

We watched life forget you, and now in turn it forgets us.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>