ramblings from a mind scorched by time
the moon’s heart is made of silver
lined with the etchings of the sun bridled dawn
relinquishing the waters of tomorrow’s sorrows
she hears all cries below her
she watches over them all
wandering over the next rise into yesterday’s mourning
Your stuff is always awesome but this one struck some sort weird spot for me. Wonderful!
Your stuff is always awesome but this one struck some sort weird spot for me. Wonderful!
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