In this emerald darkness of our time together, I stand inside your twilight, and languish in your shadows...
I collect sweet, warm zephyrs that gently play the fragrant notes of lemon, and of summer, and of hops...
I dream quietly of tiny yellow blooms and green tomatoes turning red...
Saturday, October 24, 2015
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