(Poem #18 on new numbering scheme)
A Morning After 14 days of smog, the sun hurled itself into a sky purplish blue with spring. I am not sleeping so well there are unfulfilled novels populating my dreams.
(Poem #18 on new numbering scheme)
A Morning After 14 days of smog, the sun hurled itself into a sky purplish blue with spring. I am not sleeping so well there are unfulfilled novels populating my dreams.