Often I’m lonely.
Sometimes a joy pours through me so immense.
I want to see through the red bricks of the building across the street,
into the something else that almost gleams though the day.
- Marie Howe
Often I’m lonely.
Sometimes a joy pours through me so immense.
I want to see through the red bricks of the building across the street,
into the something else that almost gleams though the day.
- Marie Howe