Author: r***3
Date:
Review: The streetlights hum a low and lonely tune as I walk under a pale paper moon, watching shadows drift away while the city sleeps and I trace the lines on my tired hands searching for a map I’ve never known across the shifting, salted, golden sands. The echoes carry further than the sound, rippling through the rafters of the sky as I search for pieces found underneath the blink of every eye, knowing it’s a long road winding to the sea where the water meets the burning sun and I learn to let the spirit be before the race is finished. Time ticks steady on the wall like a heartbeat in a room gone to seed, and as I wait for winter rain to fall, the ghosts of yesterday stand tall in doorways where the light fades and I recall the fortress we built of glass and bone, now watching the bitter roses grow in the garden alone. It isn’t in the words we speak or the heavy armor we wear, but found within the spirit of the weak breathing in the thin air while we chase lightning in the dark and hope the
Color: Multicolor
Size: one-size
