The shore. Wet fogged sand packed
our lips. Now
we know how Winters
war wills to Be. Like
hell
you Say. Words walking
from Your mouth. Un
moving after rigor set in. But
still We hear. Like the native
our lips. Now
we know how Winters
war wills to Be. Like
hell
you Say. Words walking
from Your mouth. Un
moving after rigor set in. But
still We hear. Like the native
Pulse. The suns rays
and even
and even
The rain.
2 comments:
I've been missing these ... been away from my aggregator which is my connection to your blog here. I like these recent ones very much. Thank you.
i have not been writing here and i thought only i knew that. i appreciate that you take the time and any feedback is appreciated
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