To uninvited…
🦂
At the sunset in the red
I will greet my Mr Mad.
And the clarity is gone,
And the hope is lost at dawn.
Till the dusk in murky coat
In the fancy I will float.
Many candles are ignited –
It’s the sign to uninvited…
🕸
The Black Frame
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