A poem Poetry to the power of three, the sun will rise and fall to theeweaned on folk tales, and oral traditionsoil rich from witch burnings, of old superstitionwe shelter beneath the gables and decaying woodrearing words for tomorrow, so we be better understood. © Darius the Mate Photo prompt, written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. WhatContinue reading “Word Farm”
Poetry, and other thoughts, by Darius the Mate
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