Dec 2014
a white gleam of winter light
blowing across the snowy plain
a melody so young and so sweet
wreaths of old against the moonlight
can you never think?. . . . of poem so sweet and pleasant?
blowing across the snowy plain
a melody so young and so sweet
wreaths of old against the moonlight
can you never think?. . . . of poem so sweet and pleasant?
Not bragging about the poem
