

I need to leave this room Any cloud will do To slide past the rock tavern My fist clenched I speak of what I wear As if I am a story A blend of words spoken By a witches circle
© AnitaDawes 2022
I need to leave this room Any cloud will do To slide past the rock tavern My fist clenched I speak of what I wear As if I am a story A blend of words spoken By a witches circle
© AnitaDawes 2022