“It wasn’t the blues she felt;
it was simply the cobalt light of dusk,
and the kind of Faith one can only find hanging from the perfect
and very sharp point of autumn’s crescent moon.”
martha lee phelps
“It wasn’t the blues she felt;
it was simply the cobalt light of dusk,
and the kind of Faith one can only find hanging from the perfect
and very sharp point of autumn’s crescent moon.”
martha lee phelps