Eyes are tea-leaves, flashing bright, liquid omens. Eyes that worship time, melting everything into a brittle heartbeat. I play harps of bone as the slow zephyr of silence dies alone.
Tea Literate
Eyes are tea-leaves, flashing bright, liquid omens. Eyes that worship time, melting everything into a brittle heartbeat. I play harps of bone as the slow zephyr of silence dies alone.
