Poems
THEME/S
ON this dark corner of my cell Fingers of Light fall—slow and white— From the invisible crescent moon; Ethereal seems the prisoned night!
The beams pale, slowly move away; Through the iron bars my dream-eyes cast A final glance: the silver trails Wing to some unknown regions Vast.
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