Friday, January 3, 2003

The Passing Year Comments

Rating: 2.6

No breath of wind stirs in the painted leaves,
The meadows are as stirless as the sky,
Like a Saint's halo golden vapours lie
Above the restful valley's garnered sheaves.
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