October 9, 2012 by Chris G. Hollow Song Round and round about they sang the freedom of the hollow frame it withers with the whistle-winter flutters as petals on the grassy heather same, and yet, a broken same lost but never found its earthen pang. Share this:TwitterFacebookRedditLinkedInLike this:Like Loading... Related
Song of soul in the time of soul. How appropriate as we near all hollows eve. This captures a kind of emptiness both in heart and season. Tight and spiritually compressed. Reply
losing oneself…love the wonderful words here.
tight emotions in this chris…amidst a season of change…
Song of soul in the time of soul. How appropriate as we near all hollows eve. This captures a kind of emptiness both in heart and season. Tight and spiritually compressed.
Gorgeous – layered