I follow the moon, as does she.
The winged spurn of energy,
Rising towards release.
The looming sleet tells all,
Of her history, and her squall -
That lowers, then dissolves.
Around our hearts whispers creep,
Ill omens in our minds excrete -
And so the wisp shall weep.
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	Nicholas Browning (
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Good write N.
Hey Orch, been a while. Don't cry
a fun read, thanks for sharing
Hey, thanks much. Was a quick doodle :p
Glad you stopped by
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