Ione, Dead the Long Year Published January 22, 2018 by suprusr 0 Empty are the ways, Empty are the ways of this land And the flowers Bend over with heavy heads. They bend in vain. Empty are the ways of this land Where Ione Walked once, and now does not walk But seems like a person just gone. Related posts: The Seafarer The Seafarer Canto I Cino suprusr Published in Poems
