Wooden strangers
They ride through like whales skimming the depths of the blustery
wet crush
The clouds break
like waves,
Tough love.
At the hills top, amidst the bear's oaks
there bunkered 2 caravans, 3 hanging mats, 5 souls
a fine imprint of
stories in this nesting fold.
And yet I am in their...
wet crush
The clouds break
like waves,
Tough love.
At the hills top, amidst the bear's oaks
there bunkered 2 caravans, 3 hanging mats, 5 souls
a fine imprint of
stories in this nesting fold.
And yet I am in their...