Etched In A Hidden Muse
Etched in a hidden muse - for the dreary morn of grey - come hither oh delicate light - might I find a way - of searching these scattered remnants- held this precious memoir of yesterday - but, so hesitant of possibility - my love my flowering bouquet
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2024
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