These be Three silent things The Falling snow... the hour Before the dawn... the mouth of one Just dead.
These be Three silent things The Falling snow... the hour Before the dawn... the mouth of one Just dead.
Listen ... With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frostcrisp'd, break free from the trees And fall.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories