she flows scarlet and scarred
through leaden falling snows
grace over fell, wending 'round trees
with black hair and crow—
a drifter gazing in thrall
flow
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she flows scarlet and scarred
through leaden falling snows
grace over fell, wending 'round trees
with black hair and crow—
a drifter gazing in thrall
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2 responses to “flow”
The chase is on (assuming I’ve read this as intended as a pursuit of truth and, perhaps, love).
Such chases tend to be without end.