Traveling home, I could swallow cold stars in the stillness of night
Breathe in tall trees, and smell damp campfires gone out as people sleep.
Who wouldn’t trade in the noises of the city lights for this?
Karen K.L. Espaniola
23 Apr 2012 Leave a comment
in poetry
Traveling home, I could swallow cold stars in the stillness of night
Breathe in tall trees, and smell damp campfires gone out as people sleep.
Who wouldn’t trade in the noises of the city lights for this?
Karen K.L. Espaniola