Making Lights Minichu
A cage of sweet burning fire gold
Hung on night's swinging shears—
A golden flame still a twin so
In Orion's wordless mouth,
Its romance by dark christened
By rain; she's been cut out
Glisten
Chills in
Glimpses
A cage of sweet burning fire gold,
Its romance by dark christened,
Glimpses
~Ethereal Lanterns~
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2024
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