Posts by Josiah Payne: A book of poems
Our dry whispers lost in grey dusk,
no confinement for vibrations
Our dry whispers lost in grey dusk, no confinement for vibrations to rattle, free to evaporate into winds of time. Scents of strong lilac and spri...
Our dry whispers lost in grey dusk, no confinement for vibrations to rattle, free to evaporate into winds of time. Scents of strong lilac and spri...