Apr 14, 2022
1 min read
Conclusions
A Sonnet
Merchants occupy wooden pews in temples as if empty, sacred,
truths kept hidden by cow webs, ghosts of past, reclusion of the utmost,
dissipating as lemons in boiling water, acidic yet comforting; fruit nonetheless.
Fairies dance with joviality in secret gardens, plants swept aside,
love rebuilds as wrecking balls push highlights into the salty air of…
