spring birth
today i flew over a freshly birthed heart made of green and tussocks fresh flowers budding in dew richly perfumed graces wispy as all the swathes of silks in the world i would like to be a little less ambitious centered around some less wild mania let me find some golden-eyed child chase me into the fey hills of endurance where ruins whisper and stones sing where the kindest things cradle and the harshest evils murmur