AND IN A VERY TALENTED TONGUE…BY ME SAINTS ALIVE!
in crimson shimmerspark.
Breeze-breathe her in, all bubble
-melted sky, whispered curl.
She’s girl. Shadow. Cloud. Open
jar. Twisted scar. Dancing rose.
She leaves you greened
and grinning, right on cue.
Skips and spills your journey
Lulls your day.
The Quadrille with all the words.