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The Shroud

With green as pale as apples, the leaves curl into the buoyant treeProfiles of certaintyInvoking a deityGolden promises and purple faith carried away on a butterfly’s wingsRest at a honey pit covered in tatters, deeper than rough waters.Starry eyes spiral down the crescent time’s slow decrownOn the back of a moth flying the blotchesTo theContinue reading “The Shroud”