edgar.allen.poet

Floating dream-like above the rain So misty here with the spirits You clouds above the towers Awaken, awaken! The flashes about the mist of the clouds We send yellow bolts…

Something else odd-fangled enters by day Under my soul disguised as fondness once wanted Monstrous loss, guilt once foreign, now familiar Want so comfortably roots like that…

A fragrance of amber focuses its dream of an ending, its ending, the new ending of the last order - its lyrical praises. No one here is waiting for the next. Reflection. You…