Year Thu, 2012-05-31 12:00 All was green,belated spring,by pines trees scented lewd, and lostbeyond our duty.The prophets led us,bones still dry, unclean,through sickly hazelfields, unaware. We were already dead. Rating Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate