Jun 2021
What sweet nectar
As I drink from the Horn
Gold dribbles down my chin
As my mind explodes
The sweet sounds of poetry
And lyric spin in my head
Weaving webs and stories
For all
S.L.
As I drink from the Horn
Gold dribbles down my chin
As my mind explodes
The sweet sounds of poetry
And lyric spin in my head
Weaving webs and stories
For all
S.L.
