LuciaA Poem by Hoyle Brannacht
II Lady Lucia of meyendful face, how is it you cleave the mist? Of meyendful show you move towards God with stopper’s hand, a gated wrist.
OO attributed two caves. You forsake suites, the suitor’s heat: ignorant of weight. © 2008 Hoyle Brannacht |
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