Post by luceluna on May 12, 2002 22:16:18 GMT -5
(for Y)
Bitter through the fettered meadows,
Dripping dark moss curls the frost-stained clover
And seduces the barren sea.
Lounging beasts flicker the shrill,
Preordained longing of boxes.
Drizzle splinters,
Etched on blades of soaked, diminutive grass and insects.
The chill clutch of exhaled paddocks hides a muddy scattering -
A thrust. Two interlocked seeds of persimmon
Cushioned on a bed of grey.
Bitter through the fettered meadows,
Dripping dark moss curls the frost-stained clover
And seduces the barren sea.
Lounging beasts flicker the shrill,
Preordained longing of boxes.
Drizzle splinters,
Etched on blades of soaked, diminutive grass and insects.
The chill clutch of exhaled paddocks hides a muddy scattering -
A thrust. Two interlocked seeds of persimmon
Cushioned on a bed of grey.
