… Softly love, and to love softly dew on the sycamore branch by the creeking gate and my heart hurries afterwards through the path of wheat along the briar to that stone, under which I lie. (с)
© Margaret Tudor.
… Softly love, and to love softly dew on the sycamore branch by the creeking gate and my heart hurries afterwards through the path of wheat along the briar to that stone, under which I lie. (с)
© Margaret Tudor.