Tell
you tell me secrets
combinations of soft words
that flutter inside
Hold
midnight’s snails leave lines
silver trails that hold moonlight
briefly as we pass
Points
the wind-blown blackthorn
points like a crooked finger
the storms prevailing
Writer
Tell
you tell me secrets
combinations of soft words
that flutter inside
Hold
midnight’s snails leave lines
silver trails that hold moonlight
briefly as we pass
Points
the wind-blown blackthorn
points like a crooked finger
the storms prevailing