Mistress City
Mistress city my fingers trace your long highways– soft as Persian carpets. Your spires lure your lamps conspire your thousand eyes glitter behind neon an...
Mistress city my fingers trace your long highways– soft as Persian carpets. Your spires lure your lamps conspire your thousand eyes glitter behind neon an...
All the world is in your eye that bends like a reed; the wind–your brush, the canvas–seed. With what strokes the world is made the downy moon, the s...