AaA Poem of Juan (Almost) the moon grows cold
a deathly flower on my lapel
lilac light dances with the shadows on my heart as she recedes like the tide, with
waves of curls bouncing on her back
saying their last farewells
AaA Poem of Juan (Almost) the moon grows cold
a deathly flower on my lapel
lilac light dances with the shadows on my heart as she recedes like the tide, with
waves of curls bouncing on her back
saying their last farewells