the winding fall On 2020101420201011 By Beleaguered ServantIn Original Poems we brushed the winding fall, but through it all what mattered never left To share is human:TweetShare on TumblrMore Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Print (Opens in new window) Print Like this:Like Loading…
The road looks like one in some fairy tale.
The last line is wow.