
The natured oak
Stands with flourish
Verile asunder drift
Among tender winds
As much, a flutter
A warm hearth
Sweeps through with splendor
Woke with daylights call
– words by nameless

The natured oak
Stands with flourish
Verile asunder drift
Among tender winds
As much, a flutter
A warm hearth
Sweeps through with splendor
Woke with daylights call
– words by nameless