![]() Washing DayA Poem by Cross
Hush is magic
Resting on a great lake In the early day When I refused to sleep Watching The small tide Drift away Without companion A king is untouched Drifting with his riches Nothing but so much © 2023 Cross |
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Added on May 22, 2023 Last Updated on May 22, 2023 |