Written by Emily Harstone | August 5, 2016
One more step, one swift blow…
Wisdom held her axe firmly aside.
Poem: Home
“She chops tree, the owl lives”
“You will obey me,” she said.
She hides her anger in gripping.
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One more step, one swift blow…
Wisdom held her axe firmly aside.
Poem: Home
“She chops tree, the owl lives”
“You will obey me,” she said.
She hides her anger in gripping.