Oct 2023
My heart is dark beneath the tall pines,
no light flows through the dead of night.
The shadows cling to the flesh of bark,
in dizzying heights I count all the dead stars.
© fey (19/10/23)
no light flows through the dead of night.
The shadows cling to the flesh of bark,
in dizzying heights I count all the dead stars.
© fey (19/10/23)
