Like the young my wonder is lit afresh
As I caress the passing trees untouched.
Howbeit with speed and force we are set,
the loose portraits weave a comfort so plush.
Tuesday 26th December 2017 8:53 pm
Like the young my wonder is lit afresh
As I caress the passing trees untouched.
Howbeit with speed and force we are set,
the loose portraits weave a comfort so plush.
Tuesday 26th December 2017 8:53 pm
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