16 August 2012
Too dear. Wind still blows And people walk by Kids playing with the hose Probably won't see them again. Everybody leaves The question is when? How long will this last? Time brings changes, How much has passed? Here I see it as it falls Here I look Through the 3 glass walls.
~hi! Hope you like it, just so you know I actually have a room with 3 walls made of windows. We call it the glass room. This poem was supposed to be watching time change through it. Please comment! ~
Glass Room • Opuss № I