Poetry Reading | broken bells on a busted horse

broken bells on a busted horsea poem by Gwevera Nightingaleshe rode my ride and played for keeps though left unsaid, it rose like yeast blared in sunlight: shadow's truth Nepher broke her Dities tooth her jealous waning gripped my hilt my dreamer's dreams were dressed in guilt brothers barked, their sisters sold our soulful glowers from þe old that middle had its rites in reigns speaking truest brightened manes girls and boys, these days, were all except my lady at the ballGwevera's Favorite Songshttps://tidal.com/playlist/c2cbbba7-2b63-42c8-9ac6-fe575b52b959she rode my ride and played for keeps though left unsaid, it rose like yeast blared in sunlight: shadow’s truth Nepher broke her Dities tooth her jealous waning gripped my hilt my dreamer’s dreams were dressed in guilt brothers barked, their sisters sold our soulful glowers from þe old that middle had its rites in reigns speaking truest brightened manes girls and boys, these days, were all except my lady at the ball Get full access to Of Darkness & Light at www.ofdarknessandlight.net/subscribe