The Sky was gray
A fog unrolling
Poetry behind the rise and fall of man
Hands
Skin
Hair
Teeth
Eyes
Tongue
Lungs
Stomach
Veins
The sun hanging somehow
I hope this night and day changes
23 Saturday Jul 2016
The Sky was gray
A fog unrolling
Poetry behind the rise and fall of man
Hands
Skin
Hair
Teeth
Eyes
Tongue
Lungs
Stomach
Veins
The sun hanging somehow
I hope this night and day changes