I held onto your nettle rope
that your hands fashioned
then we descended
the watch tower in Leith Hill,
elopimg through the
greensand way
so that we could by pass the silent pool
where no young maiden could
tbe waylaid
by errant Knights again.
By such means compassion blossomed
gallantry pertained to new days
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 3:12 PM UTC
I held onto your nettle rope
that your hands fashioned
then we descended
the watch tower in Leith Hill,
elopimg through the
greensand way
so that we could by pass the silent pool
where no young maiden could
tbe waylaid
by errant Knights again.
By such means compassion blossomed
gallantry pertained to new days
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