Geirja Lulu


Once upon an afternoon,
Oh the silence I behold, this desperate moon,
Comes a fleeting ghost- never kind, never weary,
Oh the dreary of it all, as thoughts consumed me,
As I behold, the greater distance of it all,

Bold upon my courage, never thought of thoughts,
Just act of acts, and mistake of acts,
As I state my facts, only saying,

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