Twilight deepens
In the graveyard
And the first cicadas sing
Moth’s quick shadow
On the gravestone
Human skull between its wings
The moth’s soft touch
Against your cheekbone
Fear is such a fragile thing
The harbinger
Glimpsed by moonlight
Human skull between its wings
2 comments:
Wonderfully descriptive. Bloody big moth though. Must be French!!
Wow - this is like some lyric to a Black Sabbath song!
WV= lottold
A game involving lost of old balls with numbers on.
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