Asleep in their dreamsHere under the apple treeBlossoms hang heavilyNodding in the humidity
In the bones of branchesMy secrets, tangled and heldDressed in drowsy fragrant lacetears fell amid the pink embrace
The bruised haunt of lovers’ deathI Hunger for my own demiseHere where I lost youHere where I wait for you
shared and written by tracy hickling
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