ten minutes reading and freckle is a tired lady, think I am going to have an early one....
published poems from this here poetry thread
brings joy and happiness for all "who fear to tred"
its time for this sunspot to rest her weary head
to dream sweet dreams in her elvin (ish) bed
na night pals.......
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
W B Yeats