
the bough's silver song
framed of moonlight
under the oak we rest
feasting on gold
slip-tween slip-tween
through and back
a kiss of the nightqueen
as her river drifts by

the bough's silver song
framed of moonlight
under the oak we rest
feasting on gold
slip-tween slip-tween
through and back
a kiss of the nightqueen
as her river drifts by
I love how “slip-tween slip-tween” sounds.
I’m glad. I enjoyed jamming those two words together to make something new.
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