Email firstname.lastname@example.org to sign up to receive news and updates
Found Poetry 961
war brings the rain of shells lights sliding in the sky at night messages in metal bottles the only pause is to reload the saturated pebbly floor in a coffin house next door
This poem was created from Walden by Henry Thoreau. Click here to get Walden.
Please anonymously VOTE on the content you have just read:Like:
Please show me a randomly selected poem
If you enjoyed any of my content, please consider supporting it in a variety of ways: