By The Reign of Rain….by r.i.e.

down my neck with melted specks…┬ácomes days once new…words they come and often spew…i look for wood bearing bronze strings…to start the fire to reach candela….not too bad for an old fella…sip and sound and swoosh around….a cup of up and half full down…no time to share as i often do…the advice from me arrowed… Read More By The Reign of Rain….by r.i.e.