Day 1877, no littering. Daily picture, Poetry There was still something left of you when you hit the ground ~ everything you once was spilled out you were no more an empty vessel ~ you made a mess and I wanted to leave you but I picked you up and threw you awayShare this: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like Loading... Related