Noir, The Primrose
Feb 21, 2021
Within the moon we sat, a lofty raven and the spotted dove, driven meticulously through a broken, shifting zenith Where our feathers bloomed bioluminescent-ly setting aglow the silver, sighing sands, and the forsaken, fragile stardust A must we galavant as our beaks drown dearly beneath the brim of a soul reaving zinfandel, hued thusly thy everberry Marked thereof water lilies whispering about those dragonflies that waltz remarkably around their Victorian crown Elated art we masquerading amidst the sunbeams edging this […]