A Lullaby: Humble Roses

A treeless patch in the forest Is a garden of bright blooms The flowers draw the poorest While evil seek their enemies’ doom Only those with pennies to spare Can find a secret garden Where beauty pours out And feyries all shout “Here your lives won’t harden, Your troubles will be pardoned” A bit aboutContinue reading “A Lullaby: Humble Roses”

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