In the glass shade
Where questions lie still
After the long march
In that spot I’ll plant it
The last of all question marks
Set over it’s fallen comrades
To ponder forever their passing
-T. Weeks
(A response to “Twilight”)
In the glass shade
Where questions lie still
After the long march
In that spot I’ll plant it
The last of all question marks
Set over it’s fallen comrades
To ponder forever their passing
-T. Weeks
(A response to “Twilight”)