There it lay,
run over,
in the road.
I must look
At sweet fate
Stuck to tar
Translucent
skin flutters
in the breeze.
Ants gather
A happy
Eulogy
Apple pie,
is no more,
forgotten.
Ciera S. Louise c. March 22, 2005
There it lay,
run over,
in the road.
I must look
At sweet fate
Stuck to tar
Translucent
skin flutters
in the breeze.
Ants gather
A happy
Eulogy
Apple pie,
is no more,
forgotten.
Ciera S. Louise c. March 22, 2005