“Do you know what tonight is, my darling?”
The one time of the month
When souls of fiery baby girls
Slide down the arc
Of a clouded Crescent Moon
To land in the arms
Of powerful chosen mothers
(Copyright 2021)
“Do you know what tonight is, my darling?”
The one time of the month
When souls of fiery baby girls
Slide down the arc
Of a clouded Crescent Moon
To land in the arms
Of powerful chosen mothers
(Copyright 2021)
Donna Dakota in Word 