To the jackal the valley wakes

A silent hide, a swaying valley Dripping trees pegged up like art As shaded creatures dilly dally A cuckoo winds me down to start “Hush” the wind said, “look no more, Into your dull eye let me pour The colour of these desert lands" And into sleep I drift like sand. All still, All slack,... Continue Reading →

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