Moonchild
by Fiona Macloud Water in the city A little lonely child am I That have not any soul; God made me as the homeless wave, That has no goal. A seal my father was, a seal That once was man; My mother loved him tho’ he was ‘Neath mortal ban. He took a wave and […]
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