Tributary

by Zack Graham

By Zack GrahamPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

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Rain swells Her Essence -

Gaian grooves to the sea,

lone spring untethered.

nature poetry

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Zack Graham

Zack is a writer from Arizona and founder of Braced Publishing. His interests vary from fiction to philosophy, but after winning a series of short story contests, horror has become his home.

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