(Poem #208 on new numbering scheme)
The ice, it dwells with arrogance in shadows, never more unknowable than when it melts, to form a tiny shore.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
(Poem #208 on new numbering scheme)
The ice, it dwells with arrogance in shadows, never more unknowable than when it melts, to form a tiny shore.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.