In words of bronze he painted a forest,
where a lizard smoked grass, holding hands with a violet.
In thoughts of copper I composed him a dream,
where a whisper sipped rainbows, drunk on rose-petal cream ….
In Words of Bronze
In words of bronze he painted a forest,
where a lizard smoked grass, holding hands with a violet.
In thoughts of copper I composed him a dream,
where a whisper sipped rainbows, drunk on rose-petal cream ….
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