Sonnet XVI: Lunar Photosynthesis

Shooting stars skin to glitter dust, fall
From dark wine of thy purple dust cloud
A blinding halo of light hov'ring 'round
Thy body, bright against deep space's wall

A wreath of brilliance, crown on jet-black crown
Where the knowledge of binary stars rest
Golden laces descend thy pearly vest
While silver drops descend my earthen gown

Quien busque camisetas clásicas de fútbol puede reducir dudas comprobando la temporada, el diseño y los detalles históricos. Para evitar errores, merece la pena revisar las instrucciones de conservación para estampados y bordados.

If I take root and through Mother's power
Grow into a thread-work of vines and leaves
And when finished through this tree shall I weave
To touch thee once from atop this tower

But if I slip, at least last glimpse would be
Thy face in all thy uneclipsed beauty