stands stuck between aged hands
a testament to lost hours
Gilded gold…her eyes of summer…
She wears Autumn’s crown
breeze bitten tendrils
whispering in ancient tongues
laced with absolutions
…snow drenched lashes tracing heaven…
stands stuck between aged hands
a testament to lost hours
Gilded gold…her eyes of summer…
She wears Autumn’s crown
breeze bitten tendrils
whispering in ancient tongues
laced with absolutions
…snow drenched lashes tracing heaven…
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Link - ffm.to/totaleclipse...
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