from today's poem
Dec. 26th, 2019 08:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I don't want to be looking behind me
With this sudden thought that
I might have left something there,
Dropped like breadcrumbs to find my way back.
I wish for hungry birds.
I don't want to be looking behind me
With this sudden thought that
I might have left something there,
Dropped like breadcrumbs to find my way back.
I wish for hungry birds.