this is not an ode in the formal sense
a lyrical piece of wordsmithing to an urn
but it is my quiet song of morning
when the spring-sharp breeze bids me wake
to rain-darkened suburban streets
this is not an ode in the formal sense
a lyrical piece of wordsmithing to an urn
but it is my quiet song of morning
when the spring-sharp breeze bids me wake
to rain-darkened suburban streets