Dance, shadows, dance!
Swirl around this frail twig;
Snap this branch in half.
Brown leaves, black lives,
Plant the seed — burnt rose.
Fallen angel, take your time,
The wings of your god will kill you.
Swirl around this frail twig;
Snap this branch in half.
Brown leaves, black lives,
Plant the seed — burnt rose.
Fallen angel, take your time,
The wings of your god will kill you.
© 2017 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved. Written circa 1997.
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Comments2
very interesting and well written
Thank you so much!
Excellent. Well written
Thank you! Much appreciated!!!
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