Columbina
A mischievous Harlequin whispered in my ear;
Of everything he said that night, I don't recall
His honeyed, sibilant voice to me not clear,
o'er his chequered self, a hazy mist did fall.
Copyright © Terry Miller | Year Posted 2022
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