Wednesday, January 4, 2012


She walked against a dry wind that made her eyes as stone
This girl I knew has fallen over time,
And when she walks slowly now in old tattered clothes,
I curse what I resent: that cruel dry wind


Human Paradox said...

I like this grit in this. A raw beauty.

Matthew John Davies said...

Cuts me wonderfully deep. Some phrases are going to stick with me for sure.