Jan 2020
Draped in a cloudy cloak,
The light is filtered
Onto this marsh once more.
But a crack near the horizon
Lets some straggling beams fall,
And reflect off the salty water.
Now all the marshen rivers
Are made of liquid gold.
The light is filtered
Onto this marsh once more.
But a crack near the horizon
Lets some straggling beams fall,
And reflect off the salty water.
Now all the marshen rivers
Are made of liquid gold.
Sorry if it’s bad, it’s my best attempt as of late.
