(Poem #183 on new numbering scheme)
Like wet sand stuck in my mouth the days bunch together with broken rhythms and uncouth echoes like stones off a path.
– an englyn proest dalgron
[daily log: walking, 1km]
(Poem #183 on new numbering scheme)
Like wet sand stuck in my mouth the days bunch together with broken rhythms and uncouth echoes like stones off a path.
– an englyn proest dalgron
[daily log: walking, 1km]