Jacaranda Reign.
Purple flowers snow through air
Waves. Lips sewn shut in her
Black hole calls
Echoes back
To flowereflections
The still lake. (Is there such a thing)
A frozen drought?
The trees
Roots crack ice
In the desert again…
Purple flowers snow through air
Waves. Lips sewn shut in her
Black hole calls
Echoes back
To flowereflections
The still lake. (Is there such a thing)
A frozen drought?
The trees
Roots crack ice
In the desert again…