01 Sep 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, No Comments.
Poem 054 The cry rose high
The cry rose high, the dimness of the woods, me, me, me
evidence almost reaches the sky, we know it by, hear say, what a day, what a day
The cry rose high, the dimness of the woods, me, me, me
evidence almost reaches the sky, we know it by, hear say, what a day, what a day
