the tree offers flowers maybe fruit but never answers to your woes
Tag: fantasy
among other things in the ribcage you carry a sentient fire
summer rumour: the full moon is nowhere to be found
a dying sun comes back to life on the tip of your tongue
summer night the fog wills strange things into existence
you speak and the trees forget their own myth
a sword dreams of being midsummer rain
summer’s moon a mysterious beast wears your shadow for warmth
ride into nothingness on the back of a griffin strung of silk
summer after the dream you bleed colours that do not exist