Me Dried Bouquet
In the morning light of time, a silent bouquet,
I matured, transient yet at peace in my way.
But her hand, so tender and full of grace,...
Ivan in Abstracts
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Ivan in Abstracts
In the morning light of time, a silent bouquet,
I matured, transient yet at peace in my way.
But her hand, so tender and full of grace,...
In shadows deep, the muscles strain,
Bones stretch toward the light,
Madness whispers in the vein,
A dance between the night.
