The Sun Risesand the Moon despisesThe sky dust of dawnFor her lustlike a curious fawn lingers on the crown of rustleft by an Angel on the lawn Victoria A song at dawn and the metaphors used in this poem are about my romantic and curious mind about everything in our Universe. I am a thinker.Continue reading “A song at dawn”
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TRADE ANTHOLOGY 