A Poe - At Tree - Without Paper
'once up; on a midnight dreary'
'while, i pondered weak and weary'
...ed grrrrd...
'over many an ancient volume of'
'forgotten lore; suddenly there'
....all in....
'came a rapping, as of someone'
'gently tapping on my chamber'
...poe...
'door; only this and nothing more'
't'is the wind'
....at tree...
'i muttered; only this'
'and, nothing more'
stans sand
Copyright © Sand Blown | Year Posted 2022
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