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Season Of The Song
Delicious color through the porcelain sky
Among sacred desires
Untamed with velvet poison
A blanket of moss
As the fertile moon is gently bright
Deep beneath when nothing is right
A world of beautiful lonely rivers
Nature is how life grows
Withers and leaves peace between
Poetry is the season of the song
When all feels wrong
Among sacred desires
Untamed with velvet poison
A blanket of moss
As the fertile moon is gently bright
Deep beneath when nothing is right
A world of beautiful lonely rivers
Nature is how life grows
Withers and leaves peace between
Poetry is the season of the song
When all feels wrong
Published 5th May 2013
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7th May 2013 3:43pm
you have great imagery:
velvet poision
porcelain sky
season of the song...
velvet poison is by far my favorite line.
describes how slick, how smooth, how liquid and lush are the things that sour and burn our tongues, minds hearts, but despite the agony-- it almost always introduced clad in softness, lush beginings, and at times even grandeur... then turn so poisonous so fast.
thanks for sharing.
velvet poision
porcelain sky
season of the song...
velvet poison is by far my favorite line.
describes how slick, how smooth, how liquid and lush are the things that sour and burn our tongues, minds hearts, but despite the agony-- it almost always introduced clad in softness, lush beginings, and at times even grandeur... then turn so poisonous so fast.
thanks for sharing.
