a blue guitar, a set of stars, or those exactly who they are
How was it solved? How was the day saved?
It wasn’t. It didn’t need to be. There are lulls and gaps, and rests, and stops. But this world stumbles on. The sun flared back, the world restarted. Still bodies, blue in the gray street, gasped suddenly, and rose back into the blue-gray light of day.
We wake up, we move on. No state is our state forever. All is fleeting.
It wasn’t. It didn’t need to be. There are lulls and gaps, and rests, and stops. But this world stumbles on. The sun flared back, the world restarted. Still bodies, blue in the gray street, gasped suddenly, and rose back into the blue-gray light of day.
We wake up, we move on. No state is our state forever. All is fleeting.
(c)
Хороший день!