Feste's Lute

Scribbles & Sketches of the Unspeakable

Our love fades
on the waves,
sandstone cascades in
coral flower haze.

Interior dawning
breaks mild confusion.
Choirs of Winter
breathe frosty refrains.

Sandstone cascades
on the waves, gently,
as our love fades.

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