

The Stars and Moon Are HiddenI picked this bushel o black flowers for you, my queen. These midnight blossoms shall be hung like stars in the sky; each one for you to pick like peaches from a tree. With grace, your hand finds mine, and together we descend from the ball like rain from a cloud; splashing on the leaves of the very gardens that offer our sweet respite.The Stars and Moon Are Hidden
Voices. Cant you hear them?
I suppose this means theyre looking for us, but hidden beneath this emerald umbrella, tended to sweet shades of celadon, moss and tea, theyll never find us.
&nbs
Save Yourself -Revisit-
Mountains and midnight
Parallelogram
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dream as if you'll live forever.
live as if you'll die tomorrow.
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I'm confused......... wait ......... maybe I'm not
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