rain on a highway
in the dark of the night.
brake lights illuminate
the falling snow.
one hundred and eleven miles
to columbus.
to home.
YOU ARE READING
a last note from your narrator
Poesíapeople write because no one listens - h.h. a collection of short stories written in various points in my life. mostly bad points. fair warning. title from the book thief by markus zusak i...
to home
rain on a highway
in the dark of the night.
brake lights illuminate
the falling snow.
one hundred and eleven miles
to columbus.
to home.
