The crescent on unlighted night,
can your hear overhead, alight
the rumble of infinity?
Tag: Infinity
Dew
The horizon cloudless
The oceans pure
There is no death, no life.
I pass like all things do,
dew on morning grass
Writing, poetry and more writing.
The crescent on unlighted night,
can your hear overhead, alight
the rumble of infinity?
The horizon cloudless
The oceans pure
There is no death, no life.
I pass like all things do,
dew on morning grass
