Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: pagan poem
Frosty Morning
…The wind doesn’t have a chance
But we stay inside
Admiring echoes
Of misty Niflheim…
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
…The wind doesn’t have a chance
But we stay inside
Admiring echoes
Of misty Niflheim…
Mabh Savage 