MANY ARE THE TRIALS OF A LADY MARVELOUS............
L ady of the Chair My Lady doth sleep in a chair, and dwells on the edge, Simple not is her life, chains of past imprison her, A lesser woman would evaporate to nothingness, Yet this Mother and Lover strives to arise and continue, Each day a garden to be planted and harvested to survive, Ends she... Sign in to see full entry.