take my hand and climb with me…
Do You Like To Read ~ Strand Of Oaks
Skies veiled, in mist. Or smoke. Obscure, horizon. And mountains. Wrapping, the valley in. An ethereal, cocoon. Like angel, wings. I gave, the wrong. Book. Wanted you, to have. ‘The Vinter’s, Luck.’ Instead.
Fate, finds it. Now. As I muse, closing. The last, page. Again. And wonder, what. This, is meant. To mean, exactly.
That we are worthwhile?