12/05/2022
And I said I would savour every secondThick fingers tracing, grippingRock, delicate, contours wornBy rivulets, rain and ruin Breathing deeply with everyGasp, gulping down fresh airThick with opportunity and possibilityWarm, tickling the lungs Every crisp, fresh, greenBlade of artificially wateredGrass, drenched by mechanical meansMan's interference in his environment Holding tight to the rail and peering…...
And I said I would savour every secondThick fingers tracing, grippingRock, delicate, contours wornBy rivulets, rain and ruin Breathing deeply with everyGasp, gulping down fresh airThick with opport…