Clothed in bright, she shines like a star A beacon of hope, a light from afar. Light as a feather, she sails with the wind She commands the night; she is dark-skinned.
Category: Poetry
A Ballad for the Shires | Poetry
An ode to Yorkshire.
Have you ever loved a rose?
“ Have you ever loved a rose, And watched her slowly bloom; And as her petals would unfold, You grew drunk of her perfume. ”
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