dusk
redmosquito10
Posts: 568
wood grain tracings
slivers of dampened dusk
hand at my brow
bottle in my hand
creation
relieves mistakes
that bore holes
and twisted blades
of grass through moonlit meadows
memories scratch and soothe
the ointment injected with the sting
slivers of dampened dusk
hand at my brow
bottle in my hand
creation
relieves mistakes
that bore holes
and twisted blades
of grass through moonlit meadows
memories scratch and soothe
the ointment injected with the sting
"Ah, life is a gate, a way, a path to Paradise anyway, why not live for fun and joy and love or some sort of girl by a fireside, why not go to your desire and LAUGH..."
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