Winter Missive
What anyone intended a life to be
arriving at the dim shore and stacked
many deep, saying to loved ones I feel
unnatural, half a human face smothered
in deep light. How preciously next
our leaders beating the thin song out
What anyone intended a life to be
arriving at the dim shore and stacked
many deep, saying to loved ones I feel
unnatural, half a human face smothered
in deep light. How preciously next
our leaders beating the thin song out