Anathema

Anathema

Dear cursed li’l frogs

Ye hold the evening in your mouths

For heaven’ll smile at your ugliness –

The mystery of your beauty unbound,

You’ll kiss the dawn of freedom.

Don’t fret li’l ones

O’er plums and tomatoes

For there are things sweeter –

The melody of your voice unsung,

You’ll touch the jars of grace.

Wait li’l ones, for your raincoat moment;

With timeless motion

You’ll find your true love –

Who’ll take away the curse

And you’ll turn into handsome princes.

 

Hour 14

@varenyas

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