You would join your hands
to reach silence
your favorite the thick, the dense one,
which only happens at night
and goes out at dawn
to reveal your buried emotions
the superfluous words, the regrets in the folds with clasped hands
You would join your hands
to reach silence
your favorite the thick, the dense one,
which only happens at night
and goes out at dawn
to reveal your buried emotions
the superfluous words, the regrets in the folds
Lovely in B/W
Thank you Derrick 🙂