December 23, 2013 by William Leed
Beneath old trees
are memories structured with time.
Posted in Poetry | Tagged beneath, memories, old, poem, poetry, structured, talking leaves, time, trees, william leed | 1 Comment
your post lovely as ever :)
wanted to wish you Merry Christmas but didn’t have your email address so accept my wishes over here !!
hope u r doing fine..
Merry Christmas to you and to your family !!
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