there is no horizon in this sky
the buildings breach the beginning of each day
the light in the sky never leaves, the sun doesn't rise
but at dusk, we keep the porch lights off anyway
YOU ARE READING
urban fairytales
Poetryit's easier to believe magic doesn't exist so we don't feel guilty for being too stupid to see it (c) daisyology / kandutchie This poem book is completed.
