(This poem was first published in Burrow here at Old Water Rat’s Publishing )
soft lines of fog trees not the desert but quiet like the desert we look at the stars to see what we come from body not yet the enemy light slowly befriends you
(This poem was first published in Burrow here at Old Water Rat’s Publishing )
soft lines of fog trees not the desert but quiet like the desert we look at the stars to see what we come from body not yet the enemy light slowly befriends you
Brett Hetherington 