
The flowery ground beneath is only separated by the grey divide that keeps the deep blue emptiness of the sky from swallowing up the green of the earth. The vines of the mind are only separated by the grey divide that keeps the crimson flesh from incasing it's hearth. What beauty incapsulates this space can only be configured in emotions that we all set aside, what complications fill the grey divide. A compilation of poetry.Tous Droits Réservés