Ilustração de Majalin

Knowledge

Now that I know

That passion warms little

Of flesh in the mold,

And treasure is brittle,

I’ll lie here and learn

How, over their ground,

Trees make a long shadow

And a light sound.

                             Louise Bogan 

                                                                                                                                                                               cameron thorsteinn - grasss

FINISH


We are like roses that have never bothered to
bloom when we should have bloomed and
it is as if
the sun has become disgusted with
waiting 

Charles Bukowsky