Archive Verse

Archive – Verse A BLUE ROSE The sky is a blue rose, and her tears tramp down her mountainsides like drifting snow. The Cold invigorates me. My blood flows too. My loved one’s tears rendezvous with my blood and meld into the river to the South. Its currents are her petals. Her blue is more… continue reading »

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