
Through faint hiss of waves,
Mystery sits on the dawn
Far siren voice fades.
Through faint hiss of waves,
Mystery sits on the dawn
Far siren voice fades.
“The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne." --Chaucer
Poetry, Photography, haiku, Life, word play, puns, free verse
In happiness my words I lack, in grief they overflow.
Audrey Dawn
Creative Nonfiction & Poetry
by Kelly L
THE DRIVELLINGS OF TWATTERSLEY FROMAGE
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