May 2018
A Birch tree up in younder wood becalmed
And no injustice to this bleach’ed land
For dusk doth bite the lonely head of man
Who in despair bleeds out his endless hours.
Love Mary x
And no injustice to this bleach’ed land
For dusk doth bite the lonely head of man
Who in despair bleeds out his endless hours.
Love Mary x
