Pages
Home
About
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Crescendo
So I ran.
The forest grew before me and my feet
pattered against dying leaves; crunched with crescendos of everything
that never wanted to be left behind. But I
couldn't make time move faster
than her.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment