Daro Waterseer
He nearly choked on coconut the first time he heard the river speak,
the hum-whisper slipping amidst the stones,
an ancient voice spilling secrets of ever-youth,
circles in all direction,
always remaining
still.
He nearly choked on coconut the first time he heard the river speak,
the hum-whisper slipping amidst the stones,
an ancient voice spilling secrets of ever-youth,
circles in all direction,
always remaining
still.