LOOM
Long have I awaited the tapestry to loom Over me as mountains own they valley with their peaks; Opening my mouth to taste the river through the flowers; Measuring the moments by the thickness of their hours.
Playing with formTime and mortality
Long have I awaited the tapestry to loom Over me as mountains own they valley with their peaks; Opening my mouth to taste the river through the flowers; Measuring the moments by the thickness of their hours.
Playing with formTime and mortality
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