and you will fall to your knees
(as petals fall to the ground, so soft)
and it will part a way
(if buttery light could cleave so)
and if ever gods thundered
quaked wrath shook perturbe d
so shall you weep
like rain and a sigh of mist that followed.
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 9:29 AM UTC
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