From My Heart To A Humming Dale
A collection of poems for the World.
Sometimes upon these velvet meads stand just corporeal frames while our breath roams grasslands and dales. While the sun is still mellow and the lull begins to fade, our scented sighs return with pastoral shades, filling us with gilded spirits that roamed the glades.
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