Crime of Passion
I’ll ransack the caging golden towers,
Slip your hands from the twines of forlorn hours;
Spirit you to fields ‘neath conspiring stars,
Coif your hair with a headdress of flowers.
Copyright © Bernard Chan | Year Posted 2019
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