Excerpt from "Spring Moon"
Feb. 17th, 2002 12:52 amStrangers no more, but stranger still
The one who mocks me
In the bronze mirror.
So unlike that frail shadow
I thought myself.
Long exiled,
Home at last.
The one who mocks me
In the bronze mirror.
So unlike that frail shadow
I thought myself.
Long exiled,
Home at last.