anbreen.ann
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New home and cold hearth O! When I walk under the shade of dense trees, The branches touch my shoulders. I still feel that touchy tease, I try to bend over but those are not my trees. Will this hearth of mine warm again though? An amiable indigene might light this firewood.... – *by Anbreen Bashir*	29 Views added 3 years ago	Rating
New Home and Lost Hearth O! When I walk under the shade of dense trees, The branches touch my shoulders. I still feel that touchy tease, I try to bend over but those are not my trees. Will this hearth of mine warm again though? An amiable indigene might light this firewood.... – *by Anbreen Bashir*	11 Views added 3 years ago	Rating

O! When I walk under the shade of dense trees,
The branches touch my shoulders.
I still feel that touchy tease,
I try to bend over but those are not my trees.
Will this hearth of mine warm again though?
An amiable indigene might light this firewood....

– by Anbreen Bashir

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