April now walks the fields again, trailing her tearful leaves and holding all her frightened buds against her heart. Wrapt in her clouds and mists, she walks, groping her way among the graves of men.
Leonora Speyer
Beeldspreuken
Beeldspreuken
April now walks the fields again, trailing her tearful leaves and holding all her frightened buds against her heart. Wrapt in her clouds and mists, she walks, groping her way among the graves of men.