Fresh red road stain
and I don’t know who it was that bled out
in sudden surprise
seconds left of innocent life
and that’s how it works,
this sadness.
Stories, poetry, narratives of true experience, and guests who have moved me.
Stories, poetry, narratives of true experience, and guests who have moved me.
Fresh red road stain
and I don’t know who it was that bled out
in sudden surprise
seconds left of innocent life
and that’s how it works,
this sadness.
