In my day, for breath After the priorities Have been shuffled through — A release, perhaps Of expectation, or the Desire for different Such is the promise Of a few moments caught at The end of long days.
In my day, for breath After the priorities Have been shuffled through — A release, perhaps Of expectation, or the Desire for different Such is the promise Of a few moments caught at The end of long days.
Soapbox: The Way I see Things