once a creek of bountiful flow though lacking the dew the evening mist too among the countless drying away endured in abundance snow-craving winters rain-thirsty springs long parched summers yearning in solemn unease a cloudburst then passed her impasse through… Read More ›
Don´t lock me in a niche behind the key, Don´t inter me where the blind worms be, Don’t keen, wail, moan, nor sadly mourn, Don´t kneel at vigil, in death´s grey dawn. Feel me within the breeze upon your cheek,… Read More ›
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