In the quietude of night, still waters of the bight,
an unheard whisper, a sensible respite.
Three seasons of sound,
one raft, one roar and one reason abound
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
In the quietude of night, still waters of the bight,
an unheard whisper, a sensible respite.
Three seasons of sound,
one raft, one roar and one reason abound