widows - Популярные cтихи, рассказы и фанфики

Sorrow is my own yardwhere the new grassflames as it has flamedoften before but notwith the cold firethat closes round me this year
Thirtyfive yearsI lived with my husband
The plumtree is white todaywith masses of flowers
Masses of ...

Two mites, two drops, yet all her house and land,
Fall from a steady heart, though trembling hand :
The other's wanton wealth foams high, and brave ;
The other cast away, she only gave