A Blood's Cry
A blood’s cry dulled eerily from ghosts,
Had its jarred kisses like melancholia noon on purpled quab,
Righteous sanity to undone vain whirlwind,
xylophoning, yet zephyr.
Copyright © Adri Dew | Year Posted 2015
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