present
Gazing at my uncle
His eyes sunk into letters
Swimming on screen,a deep crease
Art on his forehead
Where does he go?
He,s surely not there,not anywhere
But doubts and fears too
Take my hand while I
Stand in the trees
Gazing at his expression turn to life
Around him, in relief
~u.k
© the light that was tired
His eyes sunk into letters
Swimming on screen,a deep crease
Art on his forehead
Where does he go?
He,s surely not there,not anywhere
But doubts and fears too
Take my hand while I
Stand in the trees
Gazing at his expression turn to life
Around him, in relief
~u.k
© the light that was tired