Winterscore ©
Sunday, April 12, 2020
Beneath the layers of
Beneath the layers of
Regret, sorrows, armor
Liquid fruit springs up from
The greatest source, honor
Spilling out it pureness
Giving future blossom
Even in darkness it
Sees like an opossum
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