Meeting a rain drenched dawn along a familiar curve. I had an umbrella and she had none.
The Evening for all and everything
The Evening for all and everything, whose toes were covered in the dust of seconds,
Meeting a rain drenched dawn along a familiar curve. I had an umbrella and she had none.
The Evening for all and everything, whose toes were covered in the dust of seconds,
His name was the prayer written in gravity cradling her universe. The peacock coloured flame