Gilded soul-prints sing,
as the drape flutters in winds,
stitches of gold gleam.
Linking with RonovanWrites: Gold and sing
as the drape flutters in winds,
stitches of gold gleam.
Linking with RonovanWrites: Gold and sing
Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...