Beneath Her Blanket

Beneath her blanket she will stay
The day but part disinter:
Her secrets still, but thoughts at play,
And so ride out the winter

There yet is love beneath the cold,
There lives on joy and laughter;
So she’ll, as winter’s tales unfold,
Still dream of what
Comes after

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means.

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