Whispering to the Moon Risen CrocusA Poem by PerditionA remake from another time
Sleep well my gentle iris
The sun is yet still harboring In its southern nest Our dreams whispering for your ascendance Though slumbering with the eyes that see not this slow intent Walk gently Let the dew of morn, as it so often will, Dust your passioned climb atop this ‘guise And crown your beauty indelible In time this favor will be our burden well returned Whispering for your first hints of sunlight © 2015 PerditionReviews
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Added on March 20, 2015Last Updated on March 20, 2015 |