Sighs linger along lakeside reed roots, an eery gold rises hangs, still as future’s mudflats. Ice stars underfoot bones of winter trees fragile waifs shield…
Cornish writer
Sighs linger along lakeside reed roots, an eery gold rises hangs, still as future’s mudflats. Ice stars underfoot bones of winter trees fragile waifs shield…
Winter Garland Woods hang with the ghost of orange roam eyes for glints of red listen for hints in time a steady pumping beat along…