The Mysterious Oracle Of Night
Across the sky from dusk to dawn,
Along ancient paths, eons worn.
Slow I move, full of grace,
With stone set features on my face.
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Across the sky from dusk to dawn,
Along ancient paths, eons worn.
Slow I move, full of grace,
With stone set features on my face.
Posted via web from inwils’s posterous