And all my words
On bloated pages
Buried
Beneath a careless heap of
Apples
Tinged with just past Autumn must──
Promises of warmth──
Falling to
Music
Hushed in velvet furnishings.
The painting is by Lorna Wallace
And all my words
On bloated pages
Buried
Beneath a careless heap of
Apples
Tinged with just past Autumn must──
Promises of warmth──
Falling to
Music
Hushed in velvet furnishings.
The painting is by Lorna Wallace
