Once in our cradle I kissed the Sun, my love to be.
A craving whisper in return of a wish to voyage free.
From western skies a sudden fire. My soul was frost to bleed
And love was gone desire ..
Moonlight stars are blooming now in the graveless place of it.
© author: gallia g.
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