Again, we ring, calling out towards a volver, a ballet posed onto divinity where black diamonds pearl like the stars There a flutter to elate her serpentine eyes gleam; thus emerald to flood my perception altering my elation pertaining to God Dance, for the ballad of muses, are romanticized between a drifting sight, seeing pirouettes and pli’es lost to a lifetime So forth, anon are the days, beckoning are these seconds virtuously found hourly but few…( the white raven among […]

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