Muses on a Wooded Hollow
Beneath the tall elm tree where the shadow grows, I sat and pondered in silent distress, Admitting my faults to the wordless hollow, Confessing my mind to a glade of wild grass. No visitor stirred […]
Beneath the tall elm tree where the shadow grows, I sat and pondered in silent distress, Admitting my faults to the wordless hollow, Confessing my mind to a glade of wild grass. No visitor stirred […]
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