Reviews for Summer Love
Woedin chapter 1 . 2/21
This poem is like a mystical portal, With the manifest voice of some lost, and once esteemed philosopher, standing in the round reciting your sweet prose. Whose aromatic words echo amidst those scattered ruins, out into the once musty air of our own perception and time. All this directed toward the gathering crowd, ever thirsting to hear, to envision, and to feel just such a love as you've written of. ~So Nice~