atop perched shadows,

S’lene strikes the hearts of pale plumes –

a murder of crows

Could this be the dark side of the moon, or has the white flame just charred sadness with her warmth; I’d love to hear your thoughts and interpretations.

By the way, feel free to read the first of the series, Moonglow if fascinated with wordplay and nature.

Do have a lovely start to your week and till next time, Ciao.

Cheemnonso