november moon: a sonnet

november moon hugging the edge of night are you the only witness to the plight of a heart decades ploughed and shorn by lies? white stalk-arms reach stiff to the inky skies frozen again under a white facade of cruel obedience and auld bravade how do you do it? she asks the shy sphere howContinue reading “november moon: a sonnet”

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