Faerie CircleDance with Faeries, to and fro
For O'er Yonder knows no throes,
Lilies won't lament your tale
while Mushrooms bend beyond the vale,
Maiden of Holly steals a kiss
and whispers lightly, "lovely, Miss."
The woodland dancers bends with time,
Like the voice of God, and drunk on wine.
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PoetryA selection of love letters, diary entries, prose, poetry and fragments of writing. "I find you where there might have once been a horizon, smudged between the esoteric press of lips and folding of hands; I find you in the immemorial gasp between b...