October comes,
a mourning song in the air,
a soft weeping in the willow tree,
a mission of night — carving spirits
from the breeze.
— SEGOVIA AMIL
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Ophelia Wears Black
PoetryOphelia Wears Black is a collection of poetry and prose focusing on the shadow aspects and dark side of the human experience through the eyes of a young girl. Divided into four parts, each mirroring the cycling seasons, we follow Ophelia into her ow...
