Journal -

Day:  L  /  as / t 

I- Life, vow...
To protect and care,
to be fair,
to let go- of all the anger,
and let go without a fuss.

I smell the roses,
on the side of the road,
I see the black carriage,
and the black horse.

I keep it as long as I go,
black carriage,
then I let it out, in one big blow,
black shadow.

Let me go;
Red.

-25.3.2023
-Z.R.w