coronating the king
with what little words
we have to offer
in the currents of night
I float beneath the moon
to rest in the quiet
corners of the woods
forging the words
better left unsaid
springing from the sea
to life on better shores
Poetry of Love, Nature, Spirituality, and Dreams
coronating the king
with what little words
we have to offer
in the currents of night
I float beneath the moon
to rest in the quiet
corners of the woods
forging the words
better left unsaid
springing from the sea
to life on better shores