*In a forest clearing deep in wood,
I spied the grace of doe and fawn
And stopped my track as I should,
To set my gate about face in song.*
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 8:53 PM UTC
*In a forest clearing deep in wood,
I spied the grace of doe and fawn
And stopped my track as I should,
To set my gate about face in song.*
