Nov. 27, 2018
Sleep is Nigh
The birch is bare,
White stalks against a stark blue sky ~
Crisp is the air,
The time to sleep is nigh.
The snow will come,
To hide the fields of green,
And my heart sighs some,
As I think on summer’s sheen.
But in the midst of winter
I’ll still stand strong and fair;
My roots are deep,
My lofty reach
Is set, new buds to bear.
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This is STILL a perfect description of the worst president of the USA ever.
Keep sharing like this more with all of us.
I really like the stuff which ahds hared herea bout this place. I will try to go there after taking the tour by http://www.goldenbustours.com/.
My dear Kira, your poignant words touched me deeply. To know that you were treated like this is just unbelievable. Thank you for sharing.