Here I stand As pure as driven mud Yet in your eyes Whiter than white Washed clean by your love A knight in shining armour…
The pretentious prattlings of a piss poor poet
Tag: wonder
Slow silent flows the river Past willow, rush and grass Mountain born Snow fed Aged now Silt laden Meandering, turgid Giving of its being As…
A hunger For life Invades My being And leaves my soul Filled With wonder 26/09/1998