courtesy of time with henkie suru(the misshapen one)
aegis vistoria penumbra

The flower needs rest,
so winter tucks it beneath the earth
the eyes are without a third dance parting
waters are a behind
we are to fall as ancient memory
and timbers tall in leaves, believe
we are not for faiths tossing of time
only as freedom grows, down through the void
does water begin speaking

catch of little bury
come back
to append
a bettering, in stance
a bite, not bit
stage hand, roll
this is framing of the second
in prompt design
of the first