Old Flowers They’re over by the sill, They stand there still, Though you and I are done To share is human:TweetShare on TumblrMoreEmailPocketPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related Author: Beleaguered Servant Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure. View all posts by Beleaguered Servant
