Derranged ramblings
This is a potery blog.
Saturday, December 23, 2017
That passes
Willow by the bank
I hope you are well
With the water that passes
Under your tresses
With the brook that runs
With the nest at your roots
With this season of ruin
With the burgeoning fruit.
I hope you are well
With the water that passes.
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