Hard to endure 4th Sep 2019 / Rugby Lion rhdr Awake at midnight, the east wind is rustling. Lines of words spun, cloaked in moon frost. Still, no love…. but lines of verse. Each gulp, a taste of nectar. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading...
So enchanting!
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