The Stolen Jewel
On the top of the hill, the tall, cold tree, Stands proudly, icily, bitterly; Thin and sharp, cracked and burled, Locked, like a prisoner, in a black world. The...
On the top of the hill, the tall, cold tree, Stands proudly, icily, bitterly; Thin and sharp, cracked and burled, Locked, like a prisoner, in a black world. The...