Mute
By Jane
Question no more dear, about my new abode, the brooks,the mountains, or the golden road for I am far now- farther than what the eyes behold, beyond the horizon where the sun dips. I can reply no more dear, the moss has reached my lips. Written February 4th, 2002 © on Feb 04 2002 01:32 AM PST 0 • 10
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