Crickets chant, in tangled dimness, oscillating, winged fog, breaching the boughs with insistence. Oh, above, the fate of nebulous breaths, as stars drip, poison in the amber evening. Bees wax into darkness.
- Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven
Crickets chant, in tangled dimness, oscillating, winged fog, breaching the boughs with insistence. Oh, above, the fate of nebulous breaths, as stars drip, poison in the amber evening. Bees wax into darkness.