ESOTERIKOS DAIMONAS: Where NTodd's thoughts come to die.
The Moon by Day:
Along the slopesOf sunny afternoon Gropes The moon, An old blind poet Tapping through his dreams—So it Seems. Chanting some myth Or saga of the skies With Empty eyes.
Along the slopesOf sunny afternoon Gropes The moon, An old blind poet Tapping through his dreams—So it Seems.
Chanting some myth Or saga of the skies With Empty eyes.
Emily Powers Iglehart.
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