Not for me this time,
but forgive me, my naivete–
the sky weeps each night
at the end of the day, because
such precious stories,
Your appetite for this
makes me take a pause,
I’ve been to the moon and back.
I would not wish that
on my enemies children.
What exactly are we doing here?
5 thoughts on “Over Town, the Sky Weeps”
Hmmmm…very strong …made more so by that graphic …nice work
A hard question to answer.
Those are the questions to ask…
Very in depth and I often wonder the same. 🌏