fable heart
It was the sight of her lips that drove the sun to shadows. Hiding from her midnight kiss in a storm of heavens gallows. Millions would fall to swaying of her hips, a thousand more works die again to the poison of her kiss. The crimson green passion invading the soul shining inside. A sleeping angel elegy reborn in dreaming skies.
© Ernesto De La Pena III
© Ernesto De La Pena III