i wish that i could bea rose afloat on open seadrifting beneath a rainbow skyto foreign landwhere Love doth liewhere radiant essence gives life to dre..
The pitter patter of tiny dropletsfalls freely upon the canopy that stretches overheadsending burnt orange and glowing crimsoncascading around mefalli..
the sun beats downturning tee to furnaceas the bottle of clear, cool water perspiresdrip drip drippingon burgundy painted pineand the stench of charco..
is...fingertipsrunning through hairtugging at endselicitingescape ofhungry responsebeforetracing waydown spinelight as featherturning tingleto heated ..