bats hang empty crying for the fence stitched leather of routine gathering dust discarded in cardboard boxes undreamt globes spring nights silent No q

bats hang empty
  crying for the
fence
stitched leather
of routine
  gathering dust
discarded in cardboard boxes
undreamt globes
spring nights
silent
No quarrel of two
struck lovers
driven to meet so
destiny can tear
them apart
#smallpoems