the misty veil reveals a wry dwindling of whenever, whoever, and then a memoriam, not dark, instead a lightness of being untarnished not provoked nor still an uncertain uncertainty of mixed allure revealing neither for you nor me the risk that lies ahead
running (poem)
running (poem)
running (poem)
the misty veil reveals a wry dwindling of whenever, whoever, and then a memoriam, not dark, instead a lightness of being untarnished not provoked nor still an uncertain uncertainty of mixed allure revealing neither for you nor me the risk that lies ahead