Still the rain does not come
but the tide sweeps up the harbour
between the green bush and brown pasture,
driven on by the sun,
king of the blue sky.
A PERFECT SUMMER
Published inTwitter Poems
Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
Still the rain does not come
but the tide sweeps up the harbour
between the green bush and brown pasture,
driven on by the sun,
king of the blue sky.