'Tis the life of waters:-Ocean
And all its vassal streams, pools numberless,
May rage, and foam, and fret, but never can
Subside, if not to dark-blue nativeness.
'Tis the life of waters:-Ocean
And all its vassal streams, pools numberless,
May rage, and foam, and fret, but never can
Subside, if not to dark-blue nativeness.
Twilight, a timid, fawn, went glimmering by, and Night, the dark-blue hunter, followed fast.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories