S SamAlias New member Nov 24, 2012 #1 Like crimson bells ready to peal, They elope with the wind as the Earth's meal, The tinge of envy in the year's heart And skeletal in snow their mother will heal.
Like crimson bells ready to peal, They elope with the wind as the Earth's meal, The tinge of envy in the year's heart And skeletal in snow their mother will heal.