In the middle of the night
While she was dead asleep,
I've gone out of the room
That the Deans highly forbid.
Tip-toe past the skims
Which don't even bat an eye,
I sneak past to the hallway
Right where the moon shines;
There, I see my glowing goddess..
Under a willow tree
With her lips so charming,
Drinking a cup of tea.
- Author: Axel (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 7th, 2023 06:58
- Category: Fantasy
- Views: 7
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