Resin fills the air
Clairsentients whisper's secrets
Tea lite tea cup
I read the leafs
Deep burrowed and fragrant
The tin man lives
Walking near the ravine and fallen oaks
Surround me like a waterfall
The daisy shines on the gravel road
Dead-square in the center
Seeking the light of day
Reaching…reaching…reaching
Where the moon howled behind the thunder
Clapping with the clouds
Laughing at the rainbows falling
…down down down
Burlap memories live within the temple
Look inside the hollow tree
I read the leafs in the tea cup…
Dark water is the tea of revelation...strong medicine...feeling you out through the double-stitched seams your incredibly hot gunny bag and the fever lubes the oil can that has my name on it...your tin man is my ice reaper, both evil monsters want us in their snare...the dead can see us...shapeshifters in drag...
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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visions loud and clear, Victoria
Lady Vivian
Very much enjoyed!
Always,
Deborah
Yours xoxo