And the wind
wizened
the cocksure
Brew the air
in bale, no bliss
to the ears
When the trees
swirled and
nodded
And a bough
what the eyes borne
sighed and fell
Took mind to canvass
wrap in canvas
the heart
with cold comfort.
And the wind
wizened
the cocksure
Brew the air
in bale, no bliss
to the ears
When the trees
swirled and
nodded
And a bough
what the eyes borne
sighed and fell
Took mind to canvass
wrap in canvas
the heart
with cold comfort.
