Snares seem everywhere - small traps, forever falling into; until these weary hearts of ours bend their way towards light; Finding the kind, again
— with thanks to Deanna's Advent Poetry and “O” by Mary Sidney Herbert
Snares seem everywhere - small traps, forever falling into; until these weary hearts of ours bend their way towards light; Finding the kind, again
— with thanks to Deanna's Advent Poetry and “O” by Mary Sidney Herbert