A Ride, by A. S. Kline My feather brushed the carriage roof. /
I was gazing into his eyes. /
The pain, in my heart, I failed to know, /
Caused by my own sighs.
The ev...
A Ride, by Donald Michael Thomas My feather was brushing the top of the carriage /
And I was looking into his eyes. /
There was a pining in my heart /
I could not recognise. /
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Outing, by Andrey Kneller The feather grazed the carriage roof. /
I looked into his eyes. /
The heart was aching, yet aloof /
As to the reason why.
The windless sky had ...