Image
autumn
womb
sunset chant
a feathered fog, isle of wight
we all have places that we miss
lie still, sleep long
panoramic dream
snippets
bathed in seldomness
lie still, sleep long
the gentle hum of eunoia
holding their absence
like balloon days
when delightful little occupants
holding adventure
in their very hands
keep them
from floating away
Feb 23, 2024
Feb 23, 2024 at 11:20 AM UTC
Image
autumn
womb
sunset chant
a feathered fog, isle of wight
we all have places that we miss
lie still, sleep long
panoramic dream
snippets
bathed in seldomness
lie still, sleep long
the gentle hum of eunoia
holding their absence
like balloon days
when delightful little occupants
holding adventure
in their very hands
keep them
from floating away
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