
On the Edge of Time
Here there be dragons. On the edge of time, in the wicked twists of wyrmhole space, wyrmdragons pre
Poetry Beau Taplin 131 14th Apr, 2023
i. love her wildflower heart; growing in the dark and inhospitable places others can't. ii. crave her simple joys; lips like great rapids and freckles like star maps. iii. feed her adventurous spirit; her mind like a bottomless fire pit burning infinitely. iv. rejoice in her flaws; damages and scars are the earth's way of making us her own.