- #poem ...::Yeah, it is that way::... So, we leave the moon behind and walk towards Venus leisurely, Let the hint of a fog Let the smell of wet air Let them hold on to that past there where Venus does not live (1/2)
- Let’s not point while slow grown, curly trees get needed respite from the long winter Leisurely, we walk towards Venus whispering “Fuck off blushing moon” (c) Casteleijn. M.G. 2025 (a first #draft, may #edit later... )Apr 14, 2025 21:00
