The Code (Robert Frost Poem)
There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always ...
Poems about sun-bordered (2 Poems)
Current (Anna Piutti Poems)
Fibers, flesh. Electricity transudes through a sigh. Sun-bordered clouds migrate from your eyes to my core: swooshing of curtains, temples ...