amid the thorns pricking
out of the flowers and
discordant winds careening
towards our ground,
like disheveled veins dangling
from mossy bricks,
we are intertwined all along.
𑁍 raeminiscence ˚⁎⁺
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A Flowerbed for Romantics
PoésieThe chattering of canaries beneath the cumulus clouds' silhouettes call nature out to breathe once more for I am here, laying above verdant grasses. I carry the heart of a romantic; the art of loving enwreathes itself around my worn out heart. For e...
