Wanton
Rest,
that which I desire,
the object of my yearning,
i t n e v e r c o m e s.
As water through a net
it drops away,
leaving
only
these tired
burning
eyes.
that which I desire,
the object of my yearning,
i t n e v e r c o m e s.
As water through a net
it drops away,
leaving
only
these tired
burning
eyes.