After Robert Frost
Just where I am, I do not know.
My mind is full of storm clouds though;
I wish I did not fall asleep
and let the twilight nightmares flow.
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Just where I am, I do not know.
My mind is full of storm clouds though;
I wish I did not fall asleep
and let the twilight nightmares flow.
Continue reading “A Nightly Stroll”