Upon a coven heart bear the seed of love.
Flowers within itself, itself within its truth.
A cord of music hums hums not for the surroundings nor the sea breezed ocean's but hums for this coven heart
Pulsing through the river flowing amongst the graveled soul seeping in our frail wound hearts to cure despair of ache
Fallen beneath the drought star sky Carried by the currents sway
Somewhere a love blooms carelessly away
This coven Heart.
Panda Dumpster · Tue Jul 01, 2008 @ 04:34pm · 0 Comments |