slipping under trees
the shadows flee our lanterns
hide, wait and quiver
we speak raucous verse
shrieking untamed poetry
until we are spent
leaving the others
escaping discordant light
I listen to the woods
Writer
slipping under trees
the shadows flee our lanterns
hide, wait and quiver
we speak raucous verse
shrieking untamed poetry
until we are spent
leaving the others
escaping discordant light
I listen to the woods