as the day goes by
the wind was silent
but not peaceful
the bell was soundless
but not mute
the sun was bright
but not gleaming
and as the night goes by
i asked myself:
"were you still there
or i was just living with
a forever memory of yours?"
YOU ARE READING
capricious style
Randoma compilation of written work that lacks firmness, and instead, is full of sudden changes. genre: random // english
