My soul is wrapped in harsh repose,Midnight descends in raven-colored clothes,But soft… behold!A sunlight beamButting a swath of glimmering gleam.My heart expands,'tis grown a bulge in it,Inspired by your beauty…Effulgent.
Related Authors: Joss Whedon
Related Topics: poetry
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