bleaklove
terrain amongst the barren world
we trek through meadows of forgotten tongues
torturous our kind souls are
treacherous our hearts can become
manned only from above
{below beyond within without}
terrain amongst the barren world
we trek through meadows of forgotten tongues
torturous our kind souls are
treacherous our hearts can become
manned only from above
{below beyond within without}
tamarind chew the delicate brush of sweet palate grown in full through sunlight and rain bowing blissfully to the attitudes of natural tendency surrendering without struggle automatic compliance and c
fall the petals of blooming peonies trace reflections of memories of sunlight down to feathering ground the newest nourishment paired with brilliant rays glorious in their expansive warmth to bring fo