Forest Rabbit Crown Soft Stone
Forest Rabbit Crown Soft Stone
Was the name she introduced
On that candle light bright night
Where dreams were all self-produced
Desert Lion Hat Rough Silk
Was the name we all had guessed
For her stars were drowned in milk
Yet her sun in black was dressed
Those you hear were the words
In which I painted your ghost
Now that time has tuned my chords
Could I...
Wednesday 21st September 2016 8:09 pm
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