Her words were dressed like a murky wood,
they rang like the way a quiet creek giggles,
in the midst of the fog and the filth.
Her words were lonesome
and echoed through your head,
the sound of a solitary bird calling in the distance.
Her words were haunted in the most poetic way.
Her words described a land covered in barren trees
and I wish to live there.
~a.m
YOU ARE READING
A collection of musings
שיריםThe words I feel, and don't always have the courage to say.
