Memories that pull us to shadows
that we have never seen,
breaking with the patterns
of eternal seams,
ripped apart at daybreak,
openings in the dawn,
cracks of light
cascading down
waterfalls
beyond.
s.k. lindeman
Memories that pull us to shadows
that we have never seen,
breaking with the patterns
of eternal seams,
ripped apart at daybreak,
openings in the dawn,
cracks of light
cascading down
waterfalls
beyond.
s.k. lindeman