To Mirabud Arruth Poem by Etienne Charilaou

To Mirabud Arruth



‘Mirabud Arruth,
builder of crystal palaces,
traverser of the starry void,
glad am I thorns
no longer pierce your soul.'

For annulled are all woes
in realms beyond those.

Monday, May 22, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: sorrows
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