a breath drawn into black, leathery nostrils; myriad of attars skims the breeze like fingers brushing thru argentine pelage. coarse; hefty at nape and shoulders for extant equinox and coming wintersolstice. the morn hours are raw, brisk; invigorating —
carved from seaice and saltstone; a viper’s divergent glower peruses the wildflowers of the wapun meadow.
coteries of lambently multihued chrysanthemum’s crop ‘round the summerblooms suffering their sequence of atrophy. wilting; withering as if caressed by pestilence; drawn into death’s awaiting embrace. avidly, kvasir strides into the thick of the meadow, nosing ‘round for something useful for his dawning harvest.
carved from seaice and saltstone; a viper’s divergent glower peruses the wildflowers of the wapun meadow.
coteries of lambently multihued chrysanthemum’s crop ‘round the summerblooms suffering their sequence of atrophy. wilting; withering as if caressed by pestilence; drawn into death’s awaiting embrace. avidly, kvasir strides into the thick of the meadow, nosing ‘round for something useful for his dawning harvest.
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i have burned & burned - by Kvasir - October 08, 2020, 01:15 PM
RE: i have burned & burned - by Evien - October 08, 2020, 01:30 PM