mystery of that single red bud reminds me of the madness in behind my winter of love never ends it depends sometimes it covers the asphalt of hearts or words of the grave sands, perhaps to dig the "should've"s blind!
so glad of all fall is to fall as we trust others to stand tall it's both blessing & tiring to feeling deeply of all nonesense belongs none of all but we haven't taken it for granted that sleep on respect & never hurt opinions so of all poetry can't lie!
sacred definitions won't heal tarot readings won't heal therapy again won't heal look for magic in logic sit under the moon than select a topic to drown & think so you gotta be freak of sensing that blesed breath!