Night fathered he, I know.
Seems winter still, and, you away
belied some hidden cause.
As spirit broken hobbled off,
amid brown and withered brush.
Healed not by dawns light, gave way to itch.
Drawn now in ‘twixt delusive, tepid airs.
Compulsorily lost, now more than e’er.
refute
spheres
Jubilant innocence feels the flutter of wings and dances to their song
Tears of laughter glisten over bursting smiles
Frivolous in all thought and feeling
Life a dream in emerald flourish
Watched over and adored for the sublime embodiment of all that can no longer take hold in minds mature
Spherical scenes flourish in magnificent jewels of almost comprehension