Dreams
i.
no reticence
for mortal fall, they tumble
out of trees, infuse the air,
bid softly— come
my sweet.
forget.
translation: run, run, run
straight into
every
broken
heart.
232/365
Posted in pick 52
Checkin' things out by the river.
Posted in pick 52
no reticence
for mortal fall, they tumble
out of trees, infuse the air,
bid softly— come
my sweet.
forget.
translation: run, run, run
straight into
every
broken
heart.