This place
Has an essence
That only grows with
Old trees
Who dance
And whisper
When the wind sings
Hold Still
You'll Hear
Just Listen.
YOU ARE READING
Otherworld
PoetryI started this book of poetry a few months before moving to Australia, and continued while I was living there. Now that I'm back, it feels like a good time to deem it complete. As usual, my poems cover a wide range of topics. I simply write what com...
