Black and grey
In dreams
time's melodic strings
plucked,
eggs hold the fates
strung to the fantasies
that swirl
the realities that beckon
pushed
by the pencils that
tic toc- toc tic
blur the imagination
the unchanging face
four thirty, five forty,
just a baster for the time in dreams
where life melts away
YOUR TURN
ENJOY
JL&B
ENJOY
JL&B