Poetic
April is National Poetry Month, so when you see this, post a poem you like on your LJ.
The wall will fall to the wind as the windy hill will fall, and all things thought in former times. Nothing made remains, nor man remembers. And these towns shall be called the shining towns!
--John Gardner, Grendel
The wall will fall to the wind as the windy hill will fall, and all things thought in former times. Nothing made remains, nor man remembers. And these towns shall be called the shining towns!
--John Gardner, Grendel