a wake Beleaguered Servant20170705201707041 Comment on a wakeOriginal Poems no matter how softly we move, we leave a wake – and ripples that may touch anyone To share is human:TweetShare on TumblrMoreEmailPocketPrintLike this:Like Loading...Tagged: Tags Life Poetry Related Posts snow-deaf That Was Yesterday Wednesday Leftovers (1) one more one more Published by Beleaguered Servant Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure. View all posts by Beleaguered Servant
lovely-so perfectly said.