Glenn McCrary
Orphan Manor
Whilst I sauntered the halls
Her face surfaced before the lantern
That beloved grin an abstract design
Though she was settled behind glass
Fashioning the imagery ‘tis window shopping
Presenting the proclamation that she’s without a price
I covet not for alienation to shape us
I hunger for a sense of harmony
For us to never have spaked of tragedy
https://truml.com