NEW POEMS
THE CHAMBERMAID'S FIRST SONG HOW
came this ranger Now sunk in rest, Stranger with stranger, On my cold breast? What's left to sigh for? Strange night has come; God's love has hidden him Out of all harm, Pleasure has made him Weak as a worm.
Old London Bridge - Only for Poets
Connecting the Poets who digging heart of me Still death - Sabarnasri
HEARTY WELCOME & HAVE A NICE STAY
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