I am your time that is up Your story that’s come to an end Your regrets and words unsaid. Your what ifs and maybes. Your whys and cries. Your hows and tries. Your breaking point and last stand. Your surrender and longest slumber.
When umbers and shadows play, a peasant blends effortlessly into a landscape standing in the shade beneath a rust clay cottage seeking shelter under tall carob and mocha trees with draping juniper and seaweed leaves.