Old friends pass on clouds,
slide up the canyon,
bring rain and thunder.
We cry and ache beneath
our cage of ribs, remember
each dear one by name.
for JAT
Old friends pass on clouds,
slide up the canyon,
bring rain and thunder.
We cry and ache beneath
our cage of ribs, remember
each dear one by name.
for JAT
This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
LikeLiked by 1 person