(Poem #284 on new numbering scheme)
As hopes proclaim their roots and sprouts, each tendril rashly curled, the ordinary blooms of need unfold across the world.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
(Poem #284 on new numbering scheme)
As hopes proclaim their roots and sprouts, each tendril rashly curled, the ordinary blooms of need unfold across the world.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.