Wait for me at the top of the old stairs where the creaks are the loudest and splinters catch your nightgown as you walk up to bed By the old water pump wait for me to talk of fairies and nymphs that play in…
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Wait for me at the top of the old stairs where the creaks are the loudest and splinters catch your nightgown as you walk up to bed By the old water pump wait for me to talk of fairies and nymphs that play in…