E LeeteSeas lie where she laidThe white noise of waves The birds flying overhead Tonga sits and waitsJan 25, 2022Jan 25, 2022
E LeeteCrisp, the winter airCrisp, the winter air. Blue birds forge in the bushes. Muted is the Earth.Jan 20, 2022Jan 20, 2022
E LeeteI have disappeared, but nobody caresI have disappeared, but nobody cares. They carry on with their own affairs.Jan 18, 2022Jan 18, 2022