spring
I feel the earth's blood moving
flowing just beneath my feet
soaking upwards, while I'm barefoot
on the green grass, rich and sweet
my blood becomes a fairy's dance
hear the haunting, wild strain!
and I become the poem
that is shining in the rain
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the lady of shalott
I love tennyson, earl grey tea, watercolor, and rainy days. also pizza with everything, yoga pants, and staying up all night watching hitchcock movies. je ne pas celle que vous croyez ;)
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