The most graceful cradle is held in sleep. There we dangle from its bough. We fall– our arms held above us in abandon. About these ads Like this:Like Loading... This entry was posted in jeanie's musings. Bookmark the permalink.
The most graceful cradle is held in sleep. There we dangle from its bough. We fall–The most graceful cradle is held in sleep. There we dangle from its bough. We fall–
