The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
A Discinct prop – to Slim
But, at such moments tho when
The sun had not beckoned in
The Little Muscles of the feebles –
And relationships pray for it –
Can they be Crying?
Or ever Scoff –
- Emily Dickinson
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
A Discinct prop – to Slim
But, at such moments tho when
The sun had not beckoned in
The Little Muscles of the feebles –
And relationships pray for it –
Can they be Crying?
Or ever Scoff –