She smiles while
Planting flowers
At the crossroads,
And the darkness of the night
Cover all her deeds
Like a veil.
She navigates
The emptiness
And her vague intentions,
As the nightingale signs
About solitude and sadness.
Hecate
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2022
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