Bury In Snow
your time will come when it will come behold patiently cushion up don’t tumble off the wires spread at ease as if in sleep, patiently freeze let winters set kindly hold pen… Continue reading
your time will come when it will come behold patiently cushion up don’t tumble off the wires spread at ease as if in sleep, patiently freeze let winters set kindly hold pen… Continue reading
into soft woollen sweaters woven from full yellow wool with sleeves that will fit me five years down time folded easy for petite hands to hole into when freezing cold if snow… Continue reading
Why are those mountains mine, only in crusty posters soiled with summer stains, the snow, no more pristine white but yellowed by the heated bulb. Why are those brooks, only in books of… Continue reading