The faint smell of wood oil
Mixed with droplets of dust
His thumb strokes the page
His eyes are lost
Worn leather shoes
Turned slightly inward
Are nevertheless polished
laces
tied
in
big
fat
bows
that
droop
down
the
sides
Which he stares at sightlessly
wondering
How long does it take prayers to be answered
Really nice! I enjoyed this!
I’m glad 😊
Amazing❤