A conversation with myself
A conversation with myself:
A small subtle sound of a rock falling into the pond by the wall,
The ripples are black and light as they leave there full circle state and crash into the wall.
With the wind's change in direction, my eyes are drawn upward.
the clouds drape the sky like a stright line of black covering the sunset,
but somewhere beyond the clouds is a sunrise, all I can see is shards of light from where the black breaks.
this has been the weridest dream ever?
A small subtle sound of a rock falling into the pond by the wall,
The ripples are black and light as they leave there full circle state and crash into the wall.
With the wind's change in direction, my eyes are drawn upward.
the clouds drape the sky like a stright line of black covering the sunset,
but somewhere beyond the clouds is a sunrise, all I can see is shards of light from where the black breaks.
this has been the weridest dream ever?