MichelleMar 26, 20201 min readMarch HareWith milk glass fixed upon the skiesOur sister shifts through endless gloomAnd leaving lowlands where the lie, she leaps!From reedsto flamesto die in cinders,burnt upon the moon.
With milk glass fixed upon the skiesOur sister shifts through endless gloomAnd leaving lowlands where the lie, she leaps!From reedsto flamesto die in cinders,burnt upon the moon.
