Poem by Muriel Soule
The Decay of a God: Natraj told me to dance With him as if the Cycle of Psyches was nothing to Be afraid of “Resistance breaks And crumbles So, we [...]
The Decay of a God: Natraj told me to dance With him as if the Cycle of Psyches was nothing to Be afraid of “Resistance breaks And crumbles So, we [...]