This one is growing dense, growing wet and wild, somehow. Maybe by force, maybe by photo, whatever. "Lethargy,
wisp of consciousness" still sustain the poem.
This one is growing dense, growing wet and wild, somehow. Maybe by force, maybe by photo, whatever. "Lethargy,
wisp of consciousness" still sustain the poem.
Thanks for reading and resteeming! means alot.
Welcome. And thank you for dense piece of writing.