Roaring like thunder
Blades in the sky
Train sounds go rumbling
Tendrils of lies
Rounding the corner
Mountains it nips
Crests along ridges
Down into the mist
Of longing
To see
You
–by elisabeth connelley
Roaring like thunder
Blades in the sky
Train sounds go rumbling
Tendrils of lies
Rounding the corner
Mountains it nips
Crests along ridges
Down into the mist
Of longing
To see
You
–by elisabeth connelley