Posts Tagged “form”
The wind wisps pasts the graveyard stonesand sweeps along the long dead bonesof stately men and paupers poorwhose souls cryout forever more….whose souls cryout forever more…. Like leaves now parched, blown away,that once blushed in a younger daywhen they were lush and clung to trees,gently bobbing on the breeze. The wind wisps past the crumbly…
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