billyfivecrows

alone in rainlight (wishes for the isle)

London calling. Calling
London. Busy. Fireworks, it

Works

Or
It

Doesn't. Clash

With
One
Another over

"It's not Over..." Next

Message

Coming in is

Prayer. (I blow

Smoke shaped

Like a
Diamond

To buy more

Sky. Her arm

Around me, I

Haven't yet

Met her. When

Will it
End, when

Will it

Begin? Bursting

Like
Clouds
Into loud

Silence

Do you here?)