The Word WandererNight has resurfaced in a sea of sorrowNight has resurfaced in a sea of sorrow and a blackened moon in full gloom cast its eyes shoals of flying fishes scurry and a wading whale…Dec 21, 2015Dec 21, 2015
The Word WandererThe muse plays an impossible viola and you know, poetry has your soul ✒📜Dec 21, 2015Dec 21, 2015
