unchained poetry nature is a prudish lover and will not give secrets first you must learn to win them honestly or not at all, i’m afraid for without you may well kiss the wind but the wind will not kiss you, back. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...
Sounds like the bard’s song to introduce an epic. Can the Sieve commission you to write it in daily installments?
Sounds like the bard’s song to introduce an epic. Can the Sieve commission you to write it in daily installments?