Mar 2015
The air tasted
as if
a star had fallen.
The moon, her
gallant glow.
A tear
from a warrior,
spilled
against the black velvet.
as if
a star had fallen.
The moon, her
gallant glow.
A tear
from a warrior,
spilled
against the black velvet.
Written by
Ronald D Lanor
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