A Land of Darker Green
A shadow falls across this land, unseen shades that consume the light and expose elder memories to the brilliance of their imperfections. Mischievous systems loiter
"this is sixth form poetry, not Keats or Yeats"
A shadow falls across this land, unseen shades that consume the light and expose elder memories to the brilliance of their imperfections. Mischievous systems loiter