In a glitch of serendipity
footprints outside the window,
never imprinted by my own,
speak on the lines of self imprisonment.
It’s been a long winter, they whisper,
I think I’ll go outside now.
-M. Taggart
Cheers.
In a glitch of serendipity
footprints outside the window,
never imprinted by my own,
speak on the lines of self imprisonment.
It’s been a long winter, they whisper,
I think I’ll go outside now.
-M. Taggart
Cheers.
mtaggartwriter 