Slanted seconds on the river, swimming smooth such a sinner

If thoughts could touch they’d be tender

My woman Whispers like the winter

And the trees do call and summer sings till fall

Autumn brings the chilly breeze on the moonshining silky seas

Emerald mornings, poison nights

 Peasants preach the wars of life

Pledging time the hour glass

Last grains moving fast

Blue eyed curse hurts

Not a lighter in her purse

Hold the rain for me


I’m coming home

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If The Novel Is This Good

then it's a winner - good luck with the prosing ~allets~