eschewing my wool knee socks
to stop the clock. the arid
flame resists, entreats further
than worthier souls prepared.
your sunshine burrows beneath what was dry,
lullaby anoints what might have been.
eschewing my wool knee socks
to stop the clock. the arid
flame resists, entreats further
than worthier souls prepared.
your sunshine burrows beneath what was dry,
lullaby anoints what might have been.
- John Steinbeck