Knowing a rainbow had nowhere to hide He sought solace walking in the woods. The trees on his tramp through the woods Busy with incessant rain fall. Their boughs shaking off yellowed leaves. The vapours, and the blended notes of Birdsong enhanced this constitutional. The various gifts the wood dispenses Manna for the writer within. […]
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