The mists o’er the Loch
are breaths, they say:
breaths o’ the lost,
prolonging their stay.
The blue mist seeps
into grateful bones.
Within these deeps
I’m never alone.
inktuition
writing my life and soul
The mists o’er the Loch
are breaths, they say:
breaths o’ the lost,
prolonging their stay.
The blue mist seeps
into grateful bones.
Within these deeps
I’m never alone.
