Eve’s spring

April, in quiet disgrace,

fashions not an island,

but a mask for herself.

For infamy’s sake, and

for the sake of the harvest Moon,

she is rendered nude in black clothing.

It’s his shame, but her funeral,

the world is always unfair to Eve’s spring.

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