Upon the Wildest Landscapes
Published on Wed, 25th Mar 2026 at 23:53
I.
Upon the wildest landscapes,
my heart did flail around;
fractured skies did split the eyes,
as nowhere could I be found.
Honeybees play in rivers of roses,
and where thier hearts rest?
nobody knows.
Fallen boughs cover the knolls
where arrows aim
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