#54 (after moonrise)

  dashing through a waking city dew on the grass was reflecting the sunlight amplifying its gaze young, old, tired, awake while his breathe fumed a constant trace of white all out of bread crumbs  the quiet screamed "GIMME MORE  TIME!" the loud replied in a whisper "You'll only waste it" he stopped at the … Continue reading #54 (after moonrise)