“a mysterious beauty”

Flower blooms and snow falls,
Moon shrouds and thistle downs,
The steady drum of rain,
The white flash of lightning.

The traces mark places
Where beauty’s been hiding
Beneath dull surfaces
And avoiding routine pains.


Prologue :: dream :: a mysterious beauty

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