Unless you are here: this garden refuses to exist.Pink dragonflies fall from the airand become scorpions scratching blood out of rocks.The rainbows that dangle upon this mist: shatter. Like the smile of a child separatedfrom his mother’s milk for the very first time.--from poem Blood and Blossoms
Aberjhani, I Made My Boy Out of Poetry
divine-love, gardens, mysticism, paranormal-poetry, poetry, romaniticism