'Yes,' she cautiously asked;
Her brown hair till her chin.
Behind her solemn face
I saw a free spirit;
Daughter of the daisies.
'I'm the new tenant.' I said
'Oh well, come in ...' she broke into a smile.
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Starry Nights and Fallen Angels...
PoésieHere lies the charred remains of her sanity, Which she spends to console herself. On starry nights. With no one by her side, The fallen angel sits on her throne, Beside her , stand her courtiers of stone. All alone; So alone, She crowns hersel...
