Married is our WorldA Poem by Zan
Mist rising from the grass
leaves, like emeralds, green the sky a bluebird's wing, the sun its golden ring. For married is our world to the moon so milky white daughter of the stars and bearer of the night.
© 2013 Zan |
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Added on August 30, 2013 Last Updated on August 30, 2013 |

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