Tinsel
A tremolo of quivering,
movement of light
She shimmies she shimmers
like yesterday's gold ...
Like a gentle soft wind
on the fresh fallin' snow.
Lamettas of old
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2024
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