I was dreaming in the forest when someone stopped to count my rings. Their paradise lost, I said, my touch means everything. November 24, 2019 [ 581 ] Share this:TwitterFacebookTumblrPinterestRedditEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related Canvas 321 — In the Fullness of Time The Gathering Categories: New Poems & PiecesTags: Diaries, Journals, Milton, Paradise Lost, Poems, Poetry