by jagtomocean city, Devon, England, UK
Jun 2023 209 Views 2 comments
Mystery
She is a storm,
a pioneer
and a visionary.
Her eyes are
deep pools
of esoteric history.
They whisper
of tantalizing magic
secrets and mysteries.
Not mine,
a pioneer
and a visionary.
Her eyes are
deep pools
of esoteric history.
They whisper
of tantalizing magic
secrets and mysteries.
Not mine,
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jun 2023
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And a mystery is begging to be solved:)