Poems/Sketchbook

Autumn greys and favorite sketches, their heartbeats were dreamy, for a time.

Mornings, at arms length, were misty eyed, haziness

of the day before, and every songbird’s at odds,

with the cold sweats and insanities,

even this season’s flame will not sleep.

Lone Wolf1990 23:48, May 25, 2012 (UTC)