A Mirror of Moonfire
Orange light illuminates her shadows and reflection in the looking glass;
In another time she probably would have been a nun at Sunday Mass;
I hope the lovely soul knows she’s a true wildflower in a blissful bloom;
Maybe she dances and twirls flames, fully revealed beneath the full moon.
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Seph Vi | Year Posted 2026
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