The Fragrance of BloodA Poem by Isola
The poet
wears a crown of thorns Pricked is the soul that proffers the Word the fragrant rose that is her poem to bloom in the billows of the world dispersing seed of immortal verse perchance another soul to kiss © 2023 IsolaAuthor's Note
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Added on July 1, 2023 Last Updated on July 29, 2023 |