(Poem #162 on new numbering scheme)
I saw, stranded there, a leaf, caught like a weak man's hand, half on and half off a bookshelf, as he fell, slain by her laugh.
– an englyn proest dalgron
(Poem #162 on new numbering scheme)
I saw, stranded there, a leaf, caught like a weak man's hand, half on and half off a bookshelf, as he fell, slain by her laugh.
– an englyn proest dalgron