I Love Poetry All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be...This is a truncated preview of the original post. Press here to view the full post. Post Comment Receive notifications Add a comment...
As is yours my puzzle wanderer
