butterflies of gloryButterflies of glorybutterflies of glory
His feet tame the ground in the space indicated Every breath of a hero epicts concentration In the fine point of the arrogant spear Downward brow defends ironic nation The ground is his temporary sky, it follows he, it is fated Innard plates of steel, decorated with eloquence
Step by step, exquisite hero in my side head story Dust wind sings us a song, here, believing unsaid, our hero glances up He is directed to die in hands of its love Being of mist and stars, beautiful star creature As a small amount, as small as a momentary linger, our hero
Die
Dance with me, fishI What is a padlock without a inexplicable key to open it? And a door to keep it still The fish intensifies its gill movement, ten per replenish able second. will the sound waves interrupt its movement? Supposed “maker” dances into the room, she will stay put, your oxygen tank she will fill Equalize your water wings, for the rush will invite you down in impairment She will not notice your dilated pupils as she pours your next moments of life in your bowl on top of the knowledge hill She emits short insignificant sound waves; your wings will swing softly to her pattern, lucidly IfDance with me, fish
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you cannot touch love
the proportion in the drawing is so good, im always having a hard time drawing from that view.
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you cannot touch love
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