

It Was Her House That Killed NIt Was Her House That Killed NessaroseIt Was Her House That Killed N
It was her house that killed Nessarose Between sixteen oak trees where the green river flows Within the trees' branches was caught a balloon On a black summer day at the evening's close And the candles went out as her bonfire froze And it was her house that killed Nessarose. Now silence caresses the shattered cocoon, The ruins that cover a pair of blue toes. Within the trees' branches was caught a balloon Which once was the colour of a damn bloody rose Or the sun's fading shades in her whispering room; It was her house
But I am glad to see you here!
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My digital paintings: ~Becso-dimension
And sorry if this is 'kinda' late
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Kind regards,
Frank
Enjoy my last News Article 'Finest Macro, Nature and Invertebrates in Squares'
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