(Poem #386 on new numbering scheme)
"Perhaps I'll be a floating leaf today," he mused, and threw himself into the brook. He bobbed and drifted through the eddies, till at last he washed onto a sandy beach.
(Poem #386 on new numbering scheme)
"Perhaps I'll be a floating leaf today," he mused, and threw himself into the brook. He bobbed and drifted through the eddies, till at last he washed onto a sandy beach.