Huddled poor the masses, did you say, not I.
Whirlpools hide the dragon and it's eye.
Needles would I thread upon one point.
Before the Gavel falls, I'd hear your allocution.
While one was never made, ambition grew.
Each priest before his god, one never stood.
Here a rose and there it's bud, yet beauty paused.
Lillie's look caused her to Donn a rustic mask.
This is such a fabulously romantic write my friend! I read it several times and it gives such a good feeling... thank you for it. Smiling at you Tai, donning her black robes tonight! Happy Halloween
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love lines like this: Here a rose and there it's bud, yet beauty paused I am going to spend time with this poem & work on understanding the dept of how the title works with the stanzas. Thank you for slowing me down!