Poetry · Writing Mud February 25, 2017 SamT.Gutierrez Fresh earth cracks molten debating the end Or is it just mud? The fair weather fresh crisp winds and fallen children. Loose falling in between your fingers following home bottom of the heels It hides. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading... Published by SamT.Gutierrez My name is Sam and I love art. I sometimes do podcast, I sometimes stream videogames. View all posts by SamT.Gutierrez Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading...
Saint's Muse 