And not until the doors are shut sky black and bird-less does he appear from out the noise of busy roads into the quiet unwatched. Only when the rooks abed caw-less in the beech dark trees and spiders spin from bush to bush does he arrive in the given hour ghost like…
Destacado
“Gipsy Dark” by Tony Ashenden
And not until the doors are shut sky black and bird-less does he appear from out the noise of busy roads into the quiet unwatched. Only when the rooks abed caw-less in the beech dark trees and spiders spin from bush to bush does he arrive in the given hour ghost like…