an attempt at imagining things i cannot imagine, and thus come up with very weird imagery

were you a night orchid, white in the heart of summer, i’d be the occasional screech of a barn-owl over the dew in the meadow. were you a bright firefly, dancing like there’s no daybreak, i’d be the silence of fir-trees, stretching their arms into stars. were you silver moonbeam, piercing the clouds for this […]

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