mark-john-junor-1Echo

62 / M / American
Rust-colored sandRust color sand / Clings to the damp grass / Giving appearance of frost
19
7d ago
Running away fromThe quiet child / of my worst nightmare / spills the blood red wine
19
May 17
By the winds handSurface of the pond / ripples by the wind's hand / the heat clings to wet skin
18
May 14
Fair maidenFair maiden so brightly shines / Carefree, she sends her smile / with grace and delight
15
May 11
an open seaThe sand of the sea / grey with stones and shells / scented with sea air
16
May 1
Root of my wordsFarming for words / break the soil loosen the earth / water the seeds
17
Apr 3
beyond the great seaCrows call across the / sunbathed Ocean of grass / their calls bring back beauty
17
Mar 25
terrible sunshineTerrible sunshine beats on my door / It stirs the leaves / and washes away the day's toil
18
Mar 11
grey eyesOpen field / Green in its abundant sunshine / It absorbs the sound of
17
Feb 15
still in transitTransit eastbound / Noisy terminal / Filthy floor
17
Jan 14
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