within her thoughts and doubts she tells, of early thoughts witheld, yet takes her dreams and passes him her borrowed mornin shell
no never will he borrow, or fair to see her dream,
yet dither him upon her thoughts, her drowns, her days, her seemso wait, o wait, as thought it was a passioned thought from she,only dashed aside with frought his vision
yet strides his gait to her bedwin, a temple in his mind,was wakened mare of nought the sordid kind..for ample mile he travelled, with keen and tepid tought
amid his vivid mind the shudder rodeyet as the time outran his own, the pain he could not bear, he saw her face in every tree, and also everywhere
About Me
- Mr. Pendle
- ello, my name is Mr. Pendle and I live 1 km from Pendle Hill which is in the Borough of Pendle, in Lancashire, England.
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