(Poem #225 on new numbering scheme)
In time, some questions coalesce, with answers no one knows. The pallid moon is marching high. The night's cold darkness glows.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
(Poem #225 on new numbering scheme)
In time, some questions coalesce, with answers no one knows. The pallid moon is marching high. The night's cold darkness glows.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.