The Silver Cape
of the moon never removes
her dress or she’d shut
her door;
in confidence
but never obtrude.
How this blanket of ashes
once comforted me insane
at a low gate; now a King
kneels upon his mat.
:: 02.08.2023 ::
The Silver Cape
of the moon never removes
her dress or she’d shut
her door;
in confidence
but never obtrude.
How this blanket of ashes
once comforted me insane
at a low gate; now a King
kneels upon his mat.
:: 02.08.2023 ::
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