Ichor fountains feed freely To crystallize a jaded valley Rising up to a view of peachy reverence Irradiating my vermilion overtness
By Oscar Li5 years ago in Poets
I wish for another step As I trudge on the marsh Oh like a bit of crop Growing up was harsh
Infantile empty glove It is yet a placeholder for Thy future growth galore! Or this joke they call... love. It sounds nice. I could still fill it with greens and you would run since for much less people have stared down a
I feel it all That life in which heaven's bound To the seeds of the Earth, mother never found They twirl and twine To wrap around my arm
