run little girl, run little girl

Now, in the mirror’s mist, I see,
The boy I was, the man I’ll be.
In twilight’s tender,...

In the dim-lit glass, a shadowed face,
Grime gathers, like the peat’s embrace,
A dance of...

A rose thou art not, nor a lily fair,
Yet in thy presence, blooms beyond compare.
Thy voice,...