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A rhapsody of clouds brews o'er the horizon & the wind sings the storm's riddles. I feel a fervour rising, as though engaged to the tempest.
a cult of fury
and
impending demise...
fate unwinds
the strings
for death
is in stride...
#SenseWrds
Art: Zdzisław Beksiński
The lingering tremors,
Of your kiss,
Turn to myth,
As time so falls away,
And our love
becomes history's keepsake.
#DimpleVerse