FOR HER
A long time ago with, At twilight, Air warm and still, With cries of lofty birds, I waited by night, For her. Wondering, About the other side then, Now gay, now sad, vociferous, In a prayer, For her. I heard, The oarsman say, In a mid-river reverie, That in clasping hands, She waits, With baited... Sign in to see full entry.