I can’t dream of summer
when it is fall.
Or worship this day
when it died long ago.
Will you be honest
and speak of what is,
or better yet, what is not?
Originally published: Jun 2005
I can’t dream of summer
when it is fall.
Or worship this day
when it died long ago.
Will you be honest
and speak of what is,
or better yet, what is not?