Sofia, Poetry
God of Small Things
It was late. I was in my room above Botany Bay, the cherry blossoms below hidden in darkness, the windows two black rectangles against the night. I faced a page of quantum mechanics, the equations...
It was late. I was in my room above Botany Bay, the cherry blossoms below hidden in darkness, the windows two black rectangles against the night. I faced a page of quantum mechanics, the equations...