Headlights
The headlights
illuminate and pass.
There is no choice but to draw the curtains.
Headlights flood
like life they pass.
There's no choice but to draw the curtains.
Category: First draft
First draft of a poem from the paper to the posting.
First draft of a poem from the paper to the posting.
The headlights
illuminate and pass.
There is no choice but to draw the curtains.
Headlights flood
like life they pass.
There's no choice but to draw the curtains.
A Chatoyant Fleck 