Blog: aurgasm

Appalachian // Folk // Shanty Time leaves me belonging's disgrace. The drifting mountains, sifting hills, forests enclave, gravel pounds. Walking til' my feat falls flat, I rest under trees why leaves camouflage me. Already west when my quest is back home.. in a faint, beckoning assuage. Reminiscent of Ma who always cared too much, with her love undying now a comforting memory, as footsteps in my soul on a path to soar. Black-eyed Susans and their friends breaking earth around me. Do they sing when they [...]

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