Tantalus in a garden sculpted from laughter and light
A hesitant hand reaches out to trace the sunlit haze, to trace the dripping clouds, to trace the lines on a butterfly’s wing
Wishes wilt on tall green stems
A golden sword ticks a lazy metronome murmur above my head, each measure a melancholy reverie
Cataloguing catacombs in a hasty scrawl as if to explain, as if to apologize, as if to say “I love you”
A rainstorm left forever unspent, thunder skipping over cracks in the sky
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Author:
wren (
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your word-choice is sublime, i love the way it sounds just to say
Thank you 🙂
would you take a look at my recent submission and tell me what you think? i could show you the original for comparison if you want after
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