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Melancholy is a rose. Be wary of its thorns.
Of moss and veil
I come to thee;
In silent passage,
Together we drift.
To snuff the spark,
Before it lands,
Is all it takes
For the balance to shift.
I come to thee;
In silent passage,
Together we drift.
To snuff the spark,
Before it lands,
Is all it takes
For the balance to shift.
About
"Of Moss and Veil" in three parts:
- Of Moss and Veil: Formed and Framed
- Of Moss and Veil: A Tendril
- Of Moss and Veil: In Silent Passage
Copyright 2014 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.
