Oct 2014
Slowly, slowly,
the moon descends on the lake,
and its water mirrors her stain,
and slowly, slowly,
on her, my beloved, dusk falls, unseen,
and wrinkles coil on her fair skin.
the moon descends on the lake,
and its water mirrors her stain,
and slowly, slowly,
on her, my beloved, dusk falls, unseen,
and wrinkles coil on her fair skin.
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