TONIGHT, the storm’s fierce lightning

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split a tree— that beauty, deformed by love (or) nature (which) kills what it loves

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between branches of passion-time

haunted by ill-angels only, perched-upon a dark throne sits proudly i

who’ve reached these lands newly (from) an ultimate (dim) thule

through winding paths and forest deep where dreams & whispers softly creep, i wander with a heart aglow, in search of truths that nature sows.

:: 09.02.2024 ::