Juxtaposition III I Her beauty is like the dawn of the day, Gentle and mild, pricking the strings of hay, In such melody that outweighs the hearts, Bewitching all mouths to move in her art. Even the sun grudge thy lofty beauty, That she stay awhile, you to keep beaming. II Like the ocean inContinueContinue reading “Juxtaposition III”
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Ancestral Trail 