I wander rabbit-haunted meadows waiting for the tick-fat moonrise.
Dew-soaked shadows stretch stealth and melancholy beneath an ancient oak.
I carve myself into the roots and whisper: I’m not me…I’m not me.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I wander rabbit-haunted meadows waiting for the tick-fat moonrise.
Dew-soaked shadows stretch stealth and melancholy beneath an ancient oak.
I carve myself into the roots and whisper: I’m not me…I’m not me.
Wow… The expressions. I don’t have much to say just that happy I got to read this. Yep… Good one indeed.