English poem
Theology
by Joyce Kilmer (1886–1918)
The blade is sharp, the reaper stout, And every daisy dies. Their souls are fluttering about-- We call them butterflies.
Versos English Joyce Kilmer Theology
Versos English Joyce Kilmer Theology
English poem
by Joyce Kilmer (1886–1918)
The blade is sharp, the reaper stout, And every daisy dies. Their souls are fluttering about-- We call them butterflies.