
identity
Day 1351, only.
Haiku, Poetry
My
identifier
will stick
with thoughts
of me
after
I am
rotten
away
Day 1239, staring in the wind.
Day's pictures, Our mind
This house
is somewhere
where the blue horizon starts
and the road ends
the weathered paint reminds you
of all the days
you just stood there
staring in the wind
Nochrisis