The moonA Poem by a_methystehave always found the moon. The embodiment of incantation. That silver shine! Those bewitching, Enchanting, Glitters! Always Delicate! And mysterious! Intricate in the dark forest
I have always found the moon.
The embodiment of incantation. That silver shine! Those bewitching, Enchanting, Glitters! Always Delicate! And mysterious! Intricate in the dark forest If I ever were to ask myself: «How it would feel to be that way?» I guess I’ll know the answer. © 2025 a_methysteReviews
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