She Enters The Wood and There is No Rider an image in our hands the face beloved charged at beauty after many compositions say what in this is undone more than once a thousand word of mouth cures take

Once outside a form takes another and reaches Into rock and the root it unfolds

Madonna lilly in the livid spot a common tale with pollinators nearby this I saw in a bed of down

holding lanterns at the crossroads source to song from the dew first there was mist

mid flight oh nothing wing

little leaf portrait of a woman quoted says It burns it burns the stars I go to not a night I do not go there as my love sleeps too wakes with stardust in the creases I know we have both met up there

to hear that distance peters out thought so young to be finding fractures and chambers tapering off can even be called an exception form a circle of paradise

Step out lilacs are blooming beyond their bush

Shallow crossings and the rolling of stones

A vocabulary rests atop fellow creature short rope we make for bearing mind lain in me not so seeing and hearing by the way it stung before I brought an orchard to it took for delight

thorn and feather tracing fingers atop the short rope bearing mind a vocabulary

𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘢 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘤 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰 𝘪𝘯

𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝑫𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝑭𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑨𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝑺𝒘𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑨 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝑹𝒊𝒔𝒌 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒚 𝑶𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆