Of weather searching for the signature correcting for the miasma of the crooked wind season folding in on time The supreme seer picking apart the covenant between nature and that hallowed sometimes hollow heart of hope Warmth is king the predictor wears the crown to the end of the world of cold Today, like a preacher taking God From the forests setting her up in a house of his own The diviner daring audacity to recapture imagination with warm words Scattering tepid halos upon the heads of Farmers Flowers Lovers and The remianing Unanointed: 0.000000 0.000000 Share this:ShareFacebookWhatsAppEmailRedditLike this:Like Loading... Related Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Post navigation Previous Previous post: LAVENDER FIELDS – FOREVERNext Next post: FANFARE FOR THE COMMON MAN
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