44 Sunsets
Faint images
Of sunless nights,
Reluctance to traverse
Mute, barren lands,
Ghosts of a whisper.
Over
And
Over
FAREWELL, FARE WELL
I drag, each time, my chair
To sit on this tiny planet
Hand on chin
Orange hides..
Waving, waving.
ramblings of the conscious and the unconscious, the venue for the creative spirit to unleash it's perfume, liked or not...