Jan 2021
She steps
in tune
with night,
with moon,
to trace
the runes
of power.
July,
too soon,
will come—
she’ll swoon,
her lands
festooned
with flowers.
in tune
with night,
with moon,
to trace
the runes
of power.
July,
too soon,
will come—
she’ll swoon,
her lands
festooned
with flowers.
(48/Cisgender Male/Vancouver, WA)
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