He bowed so lowly, brushing the ground
and desperately grasped as she spun around.
Twisting towards her with creaks and a groan,
“dance with me wind I’m so much alone!”
“You have shorn my crown, laid bare my friends,
crooked my back and make no amends.”
She buffered his request, and with a shrill,
laughed at his pretence of a sapling will.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment