i feel unsettled drifting away slowly i wish there was more time
She's all of heaven. All the birds in trees also. Makes me think of love.
tadpoles dance around moonflowers but only one can pollinate it
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amputated wing emerald butterfly sits dreaming of heaven
last words echo once into tattooed syllables our paper coffin
moonless night dreams lost in shadows the bulbs element has died
doors close on Sundays no books to read in New York just cold rocks to kick
scarlet pustules burst into white anemones natural glow up
buried emeralds an old necklace lost at sea the boat is long gone
Rambles or ambles ending up in fun tumbles walking, good for us
mr ghost moon he smirks at my reflection through a small window
sleeping winter...
drip! the first spec of water falling in autumn as the leaves change shade
into red...
magpies caw for their comrade laying still in grass
reindeer moss volcano sand to layer my terrarium
only pink roses grow across the old mirror left in the grotto
dream landscape, planted – are white orchids that you left for me to nurture
blue light falls to earth a crash and green men vanish the truth is in grass
