Transcending materialism. |
| Arrival, yet all the stores are closed. Now we sit with spirits indisposed. Denial, we can’t believe it’s true. It’s black Friday but the sky’s still blue. A smile, my countenance unbends. I propose we go and visit friends. Lifestyle, how much we value things. Friendship sates and warmth is what it brings. 12 Lines (Rhythm: 3-6-9) Form: Parallelogram de Crystalline Writer’s Cramp November 30, 2013 |