A Length of Time
In blackest days, the lore of old Comes beckoning us to the past. Once lost inside, we safely fold Our …
In blackest days, the lore of old Comes beckoning us to the past. Once lost inside, we safely fold Our …
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earthAnd danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the …