clouds turn the sky a dark grey
adults at the bank rush to pay
the sun pops out to say hello
one withdraws money for his cello
and low music notes soon fill the day
YOU ARE READING
transient
Poetry13 yrs old [volume iii.] cover by @soundthealarm random: #993 [november 7, 2014] poetry: #706 [january 13, 2015] copyright © all rights reserved
