The Birch Trees (Anonymous Olde English Poems)
Blessed is the birch in the valley of GwyWhose branches will fall off one by one, two by twoIt will ...
Blessed is the birch in the valley of GwyWhose branches will fall off one by one, two by twoIt will ...
Schizophrenic, wrenched by two styles, one a hack's hired prose, I earn me exile. I trudge this sickle, moonlit beach ...
Tracks of rain and light linger in the spongy greens of a nature whose flickering mountain-bulging nearer, ebbing back into ...
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