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The inked leaf
She left the gate
where the moon was
beaming in,the night
was the darkest of the
shadows.
The might of knight was the
all thew power of fortess
she walked through the
placesa unknown when the
blossom of black
was the bud of time .
It took another earn of the
hour.
The forest was the forall of the
pastel offwhite moon
she wandered
again.
The forest took the ripe
footsteps of leaves unfallen
dew of the grounds
on leaves .
And the night was the alone
in the ink of the dark .
where the moon was
beaming in,the night
was the darkest of the
shadows.
The might of knight was the
all thew power of fortess
she walked through the
placesa unknown when the
blossom of black
was the bud of time .
It took another earn of the
hour.
The forest was the forall of the
pastel offwhite moon
she wandered
again.
The forest took the ripe
footsteps of leaves unfallen
dew of the grounds
on leaves .
And the night was the alone
in the ink of the dark .
Published 7th Jan 2018
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7th Jan 2018 12:15pm
Wonderfully dark imagery! A few translation issues but still understood...
Particularly liked the line
"she walked through the
places a unknown when the
blossom of black
was the bud of time"
JJ
Particularly liked the line
"she walked through the
places a unknown when the
blossom of black
was the bud of time"
JJ
9th Jan 2018 2:58am
9th Jan 2018 2:58am
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