Dec 2024
Evening sky reflects
on the glass lake.
The soldier of a
tree carries on
through the lonesome
night.
If we could only
see the dreams of
the fish,
far from the
frying pan.
on the glass lake.
The soldier of a
tree carries on
through the lonesome
night.
If we could only
see the dreams of
the fish,
far from the
frying pan.
This is a repost. Here's a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry.
Brand new video.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ucOOifTukWQ
Brand new video.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ucOOifTukWQ
