Poems from winchj
I see the lights.
Oh, God bless those souls.
They're flashing bright and coming quick.
is the driver frantic or calm?
Rushing to save...
Dear man walking past my bench at 12:45 AM,
In passing I've decided to love you.
Though short was our acquaintance; I love you all the same...
2:47.
I see you everyday, 2:47.
Atop that wall, feeding the colorful imaginations of the world.
Rightfully so, it discerns that sketchy...