There is no row upon which to walk
in the dark of night
alone
without the grip of lantern’s light
Seeking solace
lone
The heart unfolds a floral sight
creating reverence
for The Crone
Garden Gloves
Mare Martell
Abide with The Dude
There is no row upon which to walk
in the dark of night
alone
without the grip of lantern’s light
Seeking solace
lone
The heart unfolds a floral sight
creating reverence
for The Crone
words. hearts. secrets.
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