There must be light 4th Jun 2020 / Rugby Lion oznorCO Nothing I didn’t know before. I follow with uncertain legs, the falling leaves – as far as I can. By Pier 2, the sea drifts in. A birdsong, an imaginary friend – just seconds before the storm. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading...
A Wandering Poet 