on the riverside muddy On 2022100820221008 By Beleaguered ServantIn Original Poems on the riverside muddy, yellow, and quiet, breathing in autumn, we planned our fortunes lightly, wasting extravagantly 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…
