The cipher winds herald a new cleanse as we wait beneath the stellar comforts of our guiding tribune, pointing to our stars where our torches are lit in magical harmony with the chill of a new bliss awaiting by virtue of our assembled accord The…
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The cipher winds herald a new cleanse as we wait beneath the stellar comforts of our guiding tribune, pointing to our stars where our torches are lit in magical harmony with the chill of a new bliss awaiting by virtue of our assembled accord The…