Blithesome
by cereseithne
A blithesome
ㅤㅤthat defied the gentle
ㅤㅤbreaking of the saturnine dusk;
ㅤㅤwhere lonely crepuscules descend
ㅤㅤas you stood in moonlit docks
ㅤㅤand await the golden rays
ㅤㅤonce again.
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A Voyage to Anthemoessa
PoetryLonely, we blazed through the precipitous trails of our perennial springs as though we were not distinctively dwellers of our own lands. Its conundrums, which oftentimes hit us like combers, we endeavor to embark on to illuminate its intricacies. We...
