Everlasting time
- Julia Roscoe
- Dec 19, 2021
- 1 min read
The snow tasted like a promise And as she walked barefoot on a land of ice happy days she saw in the white horizon
The fog tasted like the past And as she twirled around in memory-lane nostalgic days she saw through blurry tears
The grass tasted like a gift And as she marched ahead in her fleeting reality palpable days she saw among reassuring presences
Comentários