One long, sharp needle
Of pine, assaulted by storm
Falls, to pierce the ground.
One sad, sharp tear
Of pain, I the assaulted,
You who pierce my heart.
Would you rather live on the Moon or in Rome?
23 hours ago
God is high in his heaven. But since I can't get there, I shall hie to Kolob. Reaching just as high as I can...
One long, sharp needle
Of pine, assaulted by storm
Falls, to pierce the ground.
One sad, sharp tear
Of pain, I the assaulted,
You who pierce my heart.