Blood moon, red night of wine
words like song, danced sweetly soft my mind
hours drank us late and soon to bed
music bloomed us starry eyed
though tis only a flower, born to die
how strange, this fleeting sky.
poetry & things
Blood moon, red night of wine
words like song, danced sweetly soft my mind
hours drank us late and soon to bed
music bloomed us starry eyed
though tis only a flower, born to die
how strange, this fleeting sky.