Toft Poems - Poems about Toft

...Embers trailing an afterglow of dawn, welcoming harmony lingers aloft, as chess pleasures the first move of its pawn. That will make Mary quite contrary yawn, passed Mary was Harry ......Read the rest...

...24 begins with its cruel rule: "No sustenance or quenching of thirst until the sad/happy day passes” Caring women with initials enter Poking, prodding, asking the same questions, While loved o......Read the rest...