Month: August 2015
A Din in My Head
A din lives and sings in my head,
Colliding with a fantasy
Of a slippery, green chameleon
That blends with the dark tapestry
Casting shadows over my eye.
A din lives and sings in my head,
Colliding with a fantasy
Of a slippery, green chameleon
That blends with the dark tapestry
Casting shadows over my eye.