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The Midnight Madonna Incursion Exo~9Ur^K’m^ijuVE2Qb’t

(Asemic Cinema)

 

Silver slippers can not heal the heart’s desire – the ninth phase of the moon shines on tidings, strange with weird wanderings and uncanny shadows, a gathering of pale pathways linger beneath limbs slumbering in sweet scents and silver footsteps. Smiles spill over seas of regret and remembrance, a disarray of desires and purloined sighs, that glance furtively at starlight dancing in eyes receding into tomorrow’s yesterdays – sparkling lilac petals slumbering on the garden bed. Waking from reality, the narrative concludes with wistful laughter at the lagoon’s languid edge.