🍁Harp, Moon, and Purple Bud🍁
Waxing crescent moon – it never ages old,
My harp sings out in pale moonlight’s cold gold,
Awakening the forest where shadows lie.
Streams and brooks in deep abysses curve to smile nearby.
Then there she stood – my beautiful purple bud,
Loneliness never left her side for good.
Sad wind sighs from west, stars look low and slow,
Waves beat sands where shore and water meet and flow.
Still as leaves may be, no sound can dim the sight –
My harp’s tune and her grace ignite
White flames in my eyes, bright as day’s first gleam…
She dreamed I was the goblin – sweet, soft as a dream...🌚✨03052026 安娜·梅·德拉·奇纳
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