I can’t tell if crickets are the bell ringers of hell
Or the harps of heaven
With disdain I feel like writing poems
But as a little girl I made a vow
Never to do such a thing
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 3:48 AM UTC
I can’t tell if crickets are the bell ringers of hell
Or the harps of heaven
With disdain I feel like writing poems
But as a little girl I made a vow
Never to do such a thing
Illinois, summer of 13