Deep runs the submerged
valley floor between the
sharp rise of the green bush
darkened by a veil of mist;
a foreboding chill settles
on the surface of the sea.
WESTHAVEN
Published inTwitter Poems
Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
Deep runs the submerged
valley floor between the
sharp rise of the green bush
darkened by a veil of mist;
a foreboding chill settles
on the surface of the sea.