And the day wears on in worn out shoes the wear n' tear of yesterday alone's brand new Damp streets of the night before refuse to bathe in the sun And puddles of the past seem ordinary, not bothersome Another dusty frame above the mantle piece Another fallen one in the pile of autumn leaves… Continue reading Same ol’
ईशा वास्यम् इदं सर्वम्
Ishaisms 