by the ridge of stark moonlight and misty dawn
we beguile the sacred glass veils of stillness,
eloquent hands secretly covet
what the shadow of day in meander withheld…
yielding leaflets of memories
braided time and again after moment
twin flames in passion unending, met -
by the ridge of stark moonlight
sans all regret....
.•♥•´¯`•.¸¸.♥•
1 comment:
I like this one, moonlight and stillness.
But not here now, heavy snowing.
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