Thouts for Thoughts Tuesday
A poem from Oliver
As flyth the time away, birds on a gentle wind. I fain, upon thee, convey a message old and aged. From fourth the darkest depth I bring to thee a gift, boiling to the surface I present it. It beats f…
As flyth the time away, birds on a gentle wind. I fain, upon thee, convey a message old and aged. From fourth the darkest depth I bring to thee a gift, boiling to the surface I present it. It beats f…