Sarette's Reve De Mort: And Other Stories Of Not Quite Magical Realism

26 Laimenco Pour Moonligh

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Sunlight now looms

Over the flower

Blooms.

The rosebuds fall

In the colder months.

The fall

So cold its short twigs

Fall to the brig.

Blooms...

They are now dusting

Before snow is coming...

Midnight shadows

Under the moonlight,

Staring into the light,

The goddess greets

Now the wolves tonight,

As they howl to the light.

Sunlight now looms

Over the flower

Blooms.

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