Can you hear me, will you listen
Don’t come near me, don’t go missing
In the lissome light of evening
Help me, Cosmia, I’m grieving
Beneath the porch light we’ve all been circling
Beat our dust hearts, singe our flour wings
But in the corner, something is happening
Wild Cosmia, what have you seen?
Artline belongs to :iconzodiaczero:
Cosmia Nebula is my ponysona.