©2022 Michael Raven
there are only
apple trees for
i am sick of love
fragrant perfumes
of another world
crisp as early spring
so
bind me willow whips
and bury me home
words | spirit | alchemy
©2022 Michael Raven
there are only
apple trees for
i am sick of love
fragrant perfumes
of another world
crisp as early spring
so
bind me willow whips
and bury me home
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