(Poem #223 on new numbering scheme)
The open sky consumed the air, and ancient leaves spun round. The ghosts attempted passing through, their feet became the ground.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
(Poem #223 on new numbering scheme)
The open sky consumed the air, and ancient leaves spun round. The ghosts attempted passing through, their feet became the ground.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.