(Poem #280 on new numbering scheme)
An incantory angel's wings, with luminescent plumes, descend upon your muse, like snow, disguise what she assumes.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
(Poem #280 on new numbering scheme)
An incantory angel's wings, with luminescent plumes, descend upon your muse, like snow, disguise what she assumes.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.