(Poem #92 on new numbering scheme)
Babbling silently at the heavens, an orange half moon gave solace to no one, not even me. The evening was chilly. I was not saddened. Souls did not dance. Liminal lurkings flowed.
– a nonnet
(Poem #92 on new numbering scheme)
Babbling silently at the heavens, an orange half moon gave solace to no one, not even me. The evening was chilly. I was not saddened. Souls did not dance. Liminal lurkings flowed.
– a nonnet