Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love: Of The Difference In Vines

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Of The Difference In Vines

As I wandered through the forest I came upon two trees Each one of them the poorest Specimen that it could be; Their limbs were week, their leaves were brown No blossom graced their boughs A strong wind might bring either one down, No tree could ever be less proud. Around each of these ailing trees... Sign in to see full entry.

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