Running deep and deeply true I struck the iron wrought by you Forgotten yet familiar in time vast A strength was forged in lifetimes past
By Victoria Williams3 years ago in Poets
Apathy floats in on the wing of a breeze tenderly through the window you left ajar. Slow acting drug to pass on my lips.
Tower of green vine crowned in wispy white and egg yolk center, like the glowing dome atop the famous Italian Duomo.
By Victoria Williams4 years ago in Poets