Sad things line that place
where the dangers of retrieval
outweigh the tears of what is lost:
totems of the discarded and careless
touched only now by wind and rain,
the occasional tiny paws.
We roll by in safe cocoons,
forgetters of those moments past
thrown as they were to time's
whims and glances.
where the dangers of retrieval
outweigh the tears of what is lost:
totems of the discarded and careless
touched only now by wind and rain,
the occasional tiny paws.
We roll by in safe cocoons,
forgetters of those moments past
thrown as they were to time's
whims and glances.