Lie awake, craving the taste of lakewater and the scent of September rhubarb.
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nawayee : a poem
…like my own temple,
withering away
over many a day…
#OctPoWriMo Day 17
steady we row, we walk,
we stand on sacred shorelines
Lie awake, craving the taste of lakewater and the scent of September rhubarb.
…like my own temple,
withering away
over many a day…
steady we row, we walk,
we stand on sacred shorelines
