Edith Mirick (Эдит Мирик)

Tragedy

Tonight I saw a little moon
Caught in the naked, brown branches of a tree.
Like an octopus, they held it,
Passing it in horrible silence
From tentacle to tentacle.
Then slowly ... they pulled it down.

1. Deirdre
2. Closed Doors
3. Pins
4. Of a Stout Lady
5. April Snow

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