Рецензия на «The crownless again shall be king...» (Мге)
Wilt not Abandonment us all dilute: the king in ferns lain like a broken flute; his crownless brow - a koan of the winds; wouldst thou, oh welkin, stitch his dyin' wings and sew his mantle with the levin's thread? Thus from that night none shalt fathom the dead but quicken'd rose, the coils that fays a-fume, yet I wouldst look upon their dreamy plume... Ардаллион 30.04.2019 13:26 • Заявить о нарушении
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