Tis once more round the field, my loveWhere Odin’s crow cries inky blackTo those lost deep in mourning’s huesSeeking purpose upon the gathering of clouds.Hush now, adventure liesWhere the blush of wild cherries growIn the dabbled light and honeyed breezeOf season’s change and summer’s joyous coat. Waste no more tears upon the groundBut take life’s … Continue reading Of Tears and Butterfly Wings
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