In every corridor, the past waits patiently.
Nothing moves, yet everything continues.
Light is the only thing still trying to leave.
Tag: short poem
The Two Never Touch
And flags wave high above the truth
And the two never touch
In every corridor, the past waits patiently.
Nothing moves, yet everything continues.
Light is the only thing still trying to leave.
And flags wave high above the truth
And the two never touch