No one learns to die anymore

the childrenare the ones who play in the clouds,where lions roar with soft mouthsand fluffy tummies,and black bears hug with loveand nighty-nights. pretty girls and boys live in half-sun skies,in soft faces, flesh and bones,in the warmth of hands holdinghiding eons of fear and desirewith makeup and hairdos and gadgets,and some kind of cool. TimeContinue reading “No one learns to die anymore”