"I stood gimlet-eyed in the Hall to Paradise."
Now laying upon cloth upon the sandIn this day, cool, clouds parting we drove outWith stillness and breath on broken stonesI feel our world pace the tractless deep.
Just checking back for any new posts you may have written.I’ve been a follower on your blog for a while now and would like to invite you to visit and perhaps follow me back. Sorry I took so long for the invitation.
"Broken stones" like bits of sand?
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