Spring

Reivax Camlost

 

Not oft can I remember much, and little else besides

Whatnots of balmy days and evening grays, and I confide

That little is as urgent as those many and forgotten times

 

 

  • Author: Reivax Camlost (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 23rd, 2017 18:44
  • Category: Reflection
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