Oct 2018
~
Her sweet dewed her fringe
to her forehead.
She had nibbled on the
ivy with leaves of gold
which she turned to powder.
Her eyes filled with passion
as she cups her hands to
drink the flame-laced
syrup born on from
Falling moons
~
Writer's block is slowly going...
Lyn ***
Lyn ***
(28/F/United Kingdom)
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