They fell like years,
sizzled like rain.
Chlorine tears,
A wooden cane.
"
Majestic and proud,
not so long ago.
Stood out in a crowd,
diminishing glow.
"
Stills are no longer still,
moving picture frame.
Regrets i've had my fill,
nothing stays the same.
Fallen years
Chlorine tears
*S*
When you think
Nothing is nothing.
Look again
It might be something.
Like.
KS
Like Acid Rain
those tears. You express anguish well. Felt 'it. ~allets~