The Drunken Seajmt (63)in #poetry • 7 years ago Ancient white blankets lie dormant, Steeped in the rhythmic brine. Criers chase the laughing wind. Angels fall from the glinting monolith, Crashing in the placid deep. #writing #story #journal #art
Love your creativity of poems always
Thank you! I appreciate you so much. It's always such a delight to hear your thoughts. Really uplifts me :)
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