Where winds and waters merge in misty haze,
But inside there’s none to mark those rising falls,
‘cept honeyed bees that whisper through their days...."
#Poetry #Myths
Light as ochre pollen on your skin and deep as claret wine.
Red like seeds that pop beneath your teeth and stain your lips with sunrise..."
Light as ochre pollen on your skin and deep as claret wine.
Red like seeds that pop beneath your teeth and stain your lips with sunrise..."
The lure of fairy fruit is far too strong,
So sweet, the taste of nectar on the tongue
It drowns your words before they reach my ears..."
The lure of fairy fruit is far too strong,
So sweet, the taste of nectar on the tongue
It drowns your words before they reach my ears..."
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