From the Picnic Bench at Midnight
Gabriella DeBono
We lay under a sheet of black paper
where tiny holes have been poked
giving us light
but only enough
to stay content
with the darkness that veils us
From the Picnic Bench at Midnight
Gabriella DeBono
We lay under a sheet of black paper
where tiny holes have been poked
giving us light
but only enough
to stay content
with the darkness that veils us
