What time is it?
the day’s pale blue blood
spills across the horizon
impregnating the dark
a new moon is born
chuckling in silence – not crying
the breeze hymns some verses
Rumi probably
the sky smiles gently now
what time is it?
What time is it?
the day’s pale blue blood
spills across the horizon
impregnating the dark
a new moon is born
chuckling in silence – not crying
the breeze hymns some verses
Rumi probably
the sky smiles gently now
what time is it?
