Inertia
Unspoiled autumn age
Anon ridge my god picks way
Strong buck bears his burdens high
I soul-less, hunt sight
Forest warmth and bounty hoard
Resting only in god’s ruins
4/10/20
Inertia
Edward Ibeh
Copyright © Laura Naville | Year Posted 2020
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