forty gallons of sap
Salutations! These are the ramblings of an amateur epeolatrist.
Wednesday, September 3, 2014
Wing Fall
Life.
Unlife.
Silk and flutter dropping colors.
Twin dreaming panes on hot summer asphalt
I (almost) crushed underfoot.
Now sorrow for grace undone,
Marvel for what remains.
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