Do you remember ...lia? How I used to wait every Transylvanian spring just for your velveted self? The air was still rare there up, where snow and the sky below shared the dripping thinness of May... Grandma always dragged me all the way through the park, for the bark and your purple stained white... Do … Continue reading …lia
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Abiding deep…
Abiding deep, like drying, reedless water; unwanted, bitter tasting washer of anything offered, dumped, forgotten there, where light has never thought of dying... Making its way to any fountain, well; to any pond. For seas are salty teardrop oceans, eyeless witnesses of what it was when clouds were roaming free embracing winds, of south, of … Continue reading Abiding deep…
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