#waterpoems
Silent film.
The hounds have come for me.
Jeweled in swamp night air.
Silent immaculate adventures.
The suaver will have his choosing.
Silver in the night.
Cold ***** soft.
Mad chariots seeking for a muse.
I have no place here.
For the great Eleesha will have her day.
Cold with warm ciders and teas.
Pleasantly.
Empty.
Garrett Johnson.
Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 12:49 AM UTC