He passes the church yard
confetti clings to the wheels
of his trolley. Head
down, he wheels onward
driving through debris: petals,
fallen stars, hearts, grains
of rice. Fleeting tokens,
nothing more! Nothing lasts but
chunky rubbber wheels.
He passes the church yard
confetti clings to the wheels
of his trolley. Head
down, he wheels onward
driving through debris: petals,
fallen stars, hearts, grains
of rice. Fleeting tokens,
nothing more! Nothing lasts but
chunky rubbber wheels.
This was truly breathtaking, thank you for giving me a chance to read it!
Thanks, I am glad you liked it.