Although the change was two months earlier
We celebrate it once again
And every now and then,
We tie another ribbon
And let the dance begin
Once the sun begins to set
And all the ribbons' tails have met
the party's only just begun
And we'll stay for the rise of the sun
Many mistakes are made
About the meaning of Beltane
Everyone's here up on this hill
As we once again celebrate as we will.
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Darkened Souls: First Collection
شِعرForty-five poems I've written over the past year. Some are dark, some are happy, some are sad. Enjoy, vote, comment, share.
