As I ventured to the wood, I stopped to draw on dewy air; let Droplets shimmer in my hair, that Rested on my tranquil head as In a sense of cozy bed. As I ventured to the wood, A gesturing cuckoo perched above, And then in song with cooing dove, You're welcome, Enter please To roam our land with gentle breeze. |
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
As I Ventured to the Wood
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