Pale as the morning stars, the moments fall.
across the world another’s hurting, i
read more into the soaring leitmotiv
“i is another,” I’ll again be whole,
shine in the rising sun, November leaves.
— Sasha A. Palmer
Pale as the morning stars, the moments fall.
across the world another’s hurting, i
read more into the soaring leitmotiv
“i is another,” I’ll again be whole,
shine in the rising sun, November leaves.
— Sasha A. Palmer