Julius Alexandrov

Rookie - 131 Points [Jan Feist]

Falling Star

A heart as pure as the morning snow
A mind like a rill unmudded
an insightful midnight candles glow
a gracefilled bowing pine that ceased to grow
yet as delicate as thawing dew with just a touch all sorrow thence is flooded

But with the purpose of this icy crest
So all invitingly plain
Where to groom the room for carnial mans detest

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