The Rescue
In drifts of sleep I came upon you.
Buried to your waist in snow.
You reached your arms out: I came to
Like water in a dream of thaw.
The Rescue
In drifts of sleep I came upon you.
Buried to your waist in snow.
You reached your arms out: I came to
Like water in a dream of thaw.
Entropy The woodman weighs up the oaks; the calendar, the years; the pamphlet, hatreds; the boxer, his teeth; the locksmith,…
There are no shortcuts to any place worth going.
Of Covetyce FREDOME, honour, and nobilnes, Meid, manheid, mirth, and gentilnes Ar now in cowrt reput as vyce, And all…