This was to be a short poem cycle. Perhaps, it will get there.
By Stevieslaw
A weathered vine
made taut
through an accident of ice
moans
in the wintry wind.
This was to be a short poem cycle. Perhaps, it will get there.
By Stevieslaw
A weathered vine
made taut
through an accident of ice
moans
in the wintry wind.
nice ice
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