A LITTLE BIT OF ARIEL'S ROMANTIC MOONLIT MUSINGS
I can't really say that this new toolbar is any more poem-friendly than the old one. THAT NIGHT, ON THE BEACH There on the beach; cupped in a bowl of sand, fringed about with spikened grasses we lay, my love and I. In the deepest womb of night; in the glowing, aureate light. That night, on the... Sign in to see full entry.