breath & psyche shall be the descent. her devour of yours: dripped lavenders.
an epitaph ... no longer frightened. anyhow the moonshines devoted of her odysseys. faded. a shape of brust. trees with their plateau, hitch the pinpoint. it’s a mounting summertime and should be the beatified latched signature. fearful, she had her name to it. jotted down the whispers of the lessor, she begs for her salvation. scuffle dollops, endeavor the shadow of fate. she keeps the listener along with her memorial pitfalls. sound-to-sound, it’s an outstanding viewpoint.
(may
@wonyomoobot yield your wishes. from your not-mandatory ashes or your noteworthy sparks.)
overhead, it hums her eardrums, hymns shall serene the leaf. noises of the rainfalls, tireless momentum. a wall to be hearken yet soundless. neither it’s good-headed or bad-headed, the decision is all of hers earned. awaken from a nightingale, it’s a wood-rushes afar from the soil.
