03-18-2012, 02:44 PM
The Big November by only rob
When I draw my shades
the birds stop
the sky
the laughing children
the woman in the sun dress
backlit
a walking hymn
but I can’t see her limbs
grow away
or the butterflies
fall.
the original thread can be found here
rob come back, rob us again
all this useless beauty... but what the hell, why not?

