Poems from eolon
The air, again is gray
And the people stand still...
It’s nothing new
I watch the walls fold in,
The air fill up with mauve
As the tea kettle ticks and ticks
Mt instinct bites and prowls;
Why...
The world is far away from me
The world abides chaos, in a subtle place
Where a thought and an infinitesimal particle share
The same...
I like when the sun is almost down after a hot day
and the soft air fills up with mauve
We have never talked of breezes
in almost 40...
Each day the Moon rises and sets on our lives, such as they areAnd the next day, fifty minutes later, the Moon slowly rises again
And our...