with hands warm i cup your face and the october moon glows jealous
Tag: creative writing
the gallivanting rain in this hour of blues
in the autumn sky: a moon full of ego
flesh made soft by the autumn storm
in a long long time: a sleep that could have lasted an eternity
wandering field spirits: king is one who bears the crown of sticks upon a body of immaterial aether
tiny white butterflies are the fragments of clouds that chose to remain on earth
if i told you: autumn clouds ride on the shell of an ancient and gentle titan
crossroads: a patch of wildflower birthed from the desires of travellers
take cover: the autumn quiet descends upon us all
