Aug 2015
he sits, patient and waiting
under a copse of diseased trees
but when the first bands of light
pierces through the trees' protective canopy
he will fade away
with the stars and their waning light
under a copse of diseased trees
but when the first bands of light
pierces through the trees' protective canopy
he will fade away
with the stars and their waning light
a quick something i threw together to celebrate my return to hellopoetry. it's been long since i've logged on.
