Jan 2017
Mountains as an ark
stars in the dark
a calm heart cries.
I can hear you slinkingly
i start the counting again
my fire smolders in the cold
an old mast to hold.
stars in the dark
a calm heart cries.
I can hear you slinkingly
i start the counting again
my fire smolders in the cold
an old mast to hold.
(32/M/Scotland)
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