God seems silent, sometimes -
The distance of white empty skies.
I complain when I can't work in silence,
No-one sees my crafting.
Only the finished poem.
LJ Ireton
God seems silent, sometimes -
The distance of white empty skies.
I complain when I can't work in silence,
No-one sees my crafting.
Only the finished poem.
LJ Ireton
The forest was swollen with water. Branches stirred swamped bases And moorhens made homes in brown bramble Puddles surrounded with mud. But...