#276 (scarlet)

I'd gone hunting rainbows on concrete when my feet gave way  my knees kissed the pavement scarlet roses bloomed as blood wed dust © Matthias Geh, 21st May 2018      

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#81 (fragile tiny flutterlings)

silver threads fell out his face his eyes were red ablaze wild horses rode along his spine sly beetles bit his heart surrendered to the dark embrace of heavy dreams he lied in slumber's swamp and resting on his chest there was a cup of finest china partaking in some dreamish glories his feet were … Continue reading #81 (fragile tiny flutterlings)