Little Bough lyrics

by

Impaled Peach


At the soot-shoed ridge where a foot falls south
Rise the brows of a hill
Flows a fluid mouth
Which foams as its lips kiss a stalwart crag
Whose legs now still
And will ever drag
Up the slow glacis where a hillbrow breaks
Whence the soft soil spills
And a tree bough rakes
At the cold dense clouds and the heavy haze
Whose brisk bath fills
The barren white days
From the quaking cliffs to the balmy bays

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