19 Hideaway
Oh
my grove,
between forked trails,
I
miss you
and your birds.
You
kept me
from all harm
except
the scrapes,
scratches, and bruises,
but
those were
just strange gifts.
Oh
my grove,
between forked trails,
I
miss you
and your birds.
You
kept me
from all harm
except
the scrapes,
scratches, and bruises,
but
those were
just strange gifts.