We are frail, inside
Impertinent, autumn mist
Dew on a thin web,
Listening to the Earth ache
Stones sank deep in our pockets
We are frail, inside
Impertinent, autumn mist
Dew on a thin web,
Listening to the Earth ache
Stones sank deep in our pockets
Local poet/writer. ‘There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.’ E. Hemingway. All ©️DMM