my timid tournefortia,
whose peripatetic scent matadors
the mad men.
whose laughter veers away the impossible,
of whose flame will gander
like flotsam in a sea of aloneness,
you are a danseuse in the
misty moonlight.
perpetual in the night illume,
perched in the deepness of
sad walls calling out the
azure. my little tournefortia,
it was such joy to have lived
when you have blossomed.
--- as all flowers go, you too, have gone - flagrant grows regard, like a prancing flame
of blue my eyes are frantic and
anew --- i seek new flowers.
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 12:48 AM UTC
my timid tournefortia,
whose peripatetic scent matadors
the mad men.
whose laughter veers away the impossible,
of whose flame will gander
like flotsam in a sea of aloneness,
you are a danseuse in the
misty moonlight.
perpetual in the night illume,
perched in the deepness of
sad walls calling out the
azure. my little tournefortia,
it was such joy to have lived
when you have blossomed.
--- as all flowers go, you too, have gone - flagrant grows regard, like a prancing flame
of blue my eyes are frantic and
anew --- i seek new flowers.
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