a small token of kindness (16th January 2022)
oceans of tiny petals, mirrors of perfumed errors; honey calligraphies, glazed memoirs. eyes of springs, tears of atlantic stillness. loans of labyrinths, seas of satin silk; light a buried chest, home a warrior fled. masks of acanthus, aloe smiles; traps of begonia, clematis captured.
locks of dainty crocus, the daisy feet of mothers; tears of willow, pomegranate feathers. ever has it been the mother knows not the depth of her tenderness until the thunder storms strike. much of her and her nature is crumpled under malicious feet; scrupled steps and holly hands.
battlefields and loneliness, camaraderie homes and ginger breads; half of wings, glass of fire, blades of seas and diamond clawed waves. sun of the end, candle flamed dances; fostered crimson, postcard lashes. a mess of the earth crumpled at the feet of time, fleeting with lies, with promises of fading sea stamps.
crumpled proverbs, papyrus tortures; grainy winds and pyramid oceans. love is an ancient illusion, one of the lines of palms; existence hidden, the rain and the wind callouse it. a choke on roses, shade of the dark vases; cellar of echoes for the upholders of love, sun of the violent rugs. love comes not from tender places, and is not for the gentle peaches. it comes from blue suns and twilight centuries, from you, the very person you hate.
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