26 Jan 2015

65, Relic Pub

Posted by Oblivion in Poetry | 11:36am


Dancing his dance
Ashamed is my child
To look at his mother’s face
that has aged with love

A million faces, I see
in the mirror
Scarred, wrinkled, gloomy
Dire, proud and fair alike

All of them, mine
And mine, all

But none is mine
And mine, none

 

1 Jan 2015

Another, yet!

Posted by Oblivion in Design / Typography | 10:55am


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