89.
An archaeologist
Found a gold bowl he could not use
But still its lustre dazzled.
90.
A black waterfall
I watched falling by
It’s words like fearsome vials.
91.
When the hues of your future
Can outmanoeuvre my past,
My ear becomes swollen.
89.
An archaeologist
Found a gold bowl he could not use
But still its lustre dazzled.
90.
A black waterfall
I watched falling by
It’s words like fearsome vials.
91.
When the hues of your future
Can outmanoeuvre my past,
My ear becomes swollen.
