reading the universe
like a nemonic script
archaic roots
blooming in her veins
o how sands of time
tint the glass
but never the rose
-just breathe-
archaic
reading the universe
like a nemonic script
archaic roots
blooming in her veins
o how sands of time
tint the glass
but never the rose
-just breathe-
layer by layer
upon
the ply
we use
to be
so sappy