Poems from RuthWinnicker

I pined for the top,  The utopic top of the hill, To stop the time, I said I will.   To save us, I knew I could But should I go when its so...
It is gargantuan, dwarfs in comparison, The force of a torrent, the strength of a garrison, Started fervent from base, up went the base...
With frigid hands and  Arms brittle as glass, He moves the sea to Reach what he at last  Has felt he now needs.   No mast, nor flag, nor ...