For The Lady In The Dulcet-Hued Bandana
The wisps of orange marshal light amidst the blue.
The wisps of orange marshal light amidst the blue.
Pied white ‘n dull-green ‘n shim’ring black, treasuring the trove you’ve gathered.
Take the ink from the (FlexGrip) pen; articulate the uncontrollable.
Am I ever writing this? You were always reading this. The stars knew they were burning…