The Linnet's Wings The Sorrow - Page 114

The Linnet´s Wings A Makeshift Sky Megan Denese Mealor no allegory left in the seeping spoilage of your ramshackle grin rusty vibrissa scour no bee sting promise for your star-washed cities or smoking cedar bridges shuffling the dawn no bird cherry silk for these swains of anew your apologue pallor blackberry-bleed eyes bereaving our retelling, now untold Sky Blue by Wassily Kandinsky 114