lief the lone bee sow
nothing to gather an a
solitario
river wide sole forth&
adrift in yore hand arock
a moss tender nest
a freedom aknee
the kist of the centuries
a member itself
Poetry
lief the lone bee sow
nothing to gather an a
solitario
river wide sole forth&
adrift in yore hand arock
a moss tender nest
a freedom aknee
the kist of the centuries
a member itself