Soul of the cosmic earth encasing flesh of lilies and crumbling moon cakes in hermetic paradigm that scatter moon dusts across grey scale crevices.
those, oozing off fuschia ivelle scurrying deep manoeuvre in its grandeur dunes or pristine ponds ;
quite glorious the divine is -
to sculpt rings of constellations on imprinted digits while puffed sleeves; stitched in vines and pastel pink buds twine beneath luscious palettes of brewed liquids, just to entertain sobriety in curved chaos.
what tremendous! gratitude and kindness to reap humanity in soul saplings excluding uncanny musings among lost dandelions whispering treacherous winds.
