We can feel the storms before they arrive.
A silence that sits too heavily,
A breeze that tussles with the trees,
An immensity that stretches beyond perception.
Our very bones tug at us to take shelter.
Copyright 2017 T. L. Kels
We can feel the storms before they arrive.
A silence that sits too heavily,
A breeze that tussles with the trees,
An immensity that stretches beyond perception.
Our very bones tug at us to take shelter.
Copyright 2017 T. L. Kels