(Poem #173 on new numbering scheme)
I like snow in the winter, but this dawn's fall seemed bitter, like some song flung forth in fear by a reluctant choir.
– an englyn proest dalgron
(Poem #173 on new numbering scheme)
I like snow in the winter, but this dawn's fall seemed bitter, like some song flung forth in fear by a reluctant choir.
– an englyn proest dalgron