marked by cloven clamouring insatiable satyrs and the pursuer, Pan resistance etched in your scarring dyed-in-the-wood maiden hand-in-hand with nemesis goes the worm through fleshy underside stripping bark, sickening the rose, *
We see faces everywhere, literally and figuratively – it can be fun but I recall as a very small child being shy of a stranger’s gaze.
what lover felt that landing a fish locked for aeons could vouchsafe the course of true love; a creature gasping by the watery wayside declaiming
Oh! the times we’ve sat here enjoying the silence, sunshine and views over the aboretum. To plant a tree for every year of our being