Through the smoky woods Come the shaky Forest Ranger Her eyes bulged out in the lake of a black Periwinkle That falls from the Cloud Take this needle and sew a seed in my print Spread these words to the town crier Tell him…
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Through the smoky woods Come the shaky Forest Ranger Her eyes bulged out in the lake of a black Periwinkle That falls from the Cloud Take this needle and sew a seed in my print Spread these words to the town crier Tell him…