(Poem #126 on new numbering scheme)
The tree was standing its ground; the wind blew. Broken leaves flew around. Branches wavered without sound. It all seemed nothing profound.
– an englyn unodl union
(Poem #126 on new numbering scheme)
The tree was standing its ground; the wind blew. Broken leaves flew around. Branches wavered without sound. It all seemed nothing profound.
– an englyn unodl union