Jun 2015
The moon hangs full, above our eyes-
a glow of gold upon it's plate
calm and serene, the Wiccans rise
to cast their spells of love, not hate.
copyright: richard riddle-June 03, 2015
a glow of gold upon it's plate
calm and serene, the Wiccans rise
to cast their spells of love, not hate.
copyright: richard riddle-June 03, 2015
