Sarang of My Good Luck
Sarang of my good luck you are the one,
that shelters me when it begins to rain
Merakian soul come be my southern sun
my phosphoresce of day my sugarcane
wild and crazy things that make me sing
like basorexian kisses, sweet as spring
The fantasist in me awakens with desire
to make me feel alive and warm as fire
Querincia lair of love we found our grace,
we are no longer orphans now we're free
to claim incumbent skies of night and be
two amulets of heaven, face to face
shining ever brighter then the stars above,
giving to each other nothing else but love.
May 22, 2021
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2021
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