Enter the winding paths untold,
Into my desolate heart's hold.
Touch the tempest within my brain,
And there a humble spark maintain.
In bleak February's embrace,
Sow thy seeds with tender grace;
Till a field of blooms doth unfold,
A blossoming acre of gold.
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 6:49 AM UTC
Enter the winding paths untold,
Into my desolate heart's hold.
Touch the tempest within my brain,
And there a humble spark maintain.
In bleak February's embrace,
Sow thy seeds with tender grace;
Till a field of blooms doth unfold,
A blossoming acre of gold.
Evelyn
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