A POEM FROM NOWHERE
What blissful sabbath ended the moon
antennas of joy flying ka bloom
tempers resting weary hands and feets
until next light in our eyes to meet
A kiting day and thrillers play meek
what blissful sabbath ended the moon.
antennas of joy flying ka bloom
tempers resting weary hands and feets
until next light in our eyes to meet
A kiting day and thrillers play meek
what blissful sabbath ended the moon.
Mythical_Poet
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