Love reached through the leaves
Rowanberry red, blood dark,
She cupped her hands, her face, her lips
And drank it thick and sweet,
Drank it to the lees,
Though the lees were more bitter
Than wormwood.
Love reached through the leaves
Rowanberry red, blood dark,
She cupped her hands, her face, her lips
And drank it thick and sweet,
Drank it to the lees,
Though the lees were more bitter
Than wormwood.
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