Land of Green

by Blue_Notebook   Sprouts of foible rectangles, Leaves that differ in tinctures and angles, Murder and erect thy golden tree, Below is nought but remains of land not free.   Iron cylinders cloistered and trapped, Glass penetrable reflecting death, mapped. Infamous cyclops within are rooted, Shackled by ghost chains in the light protruded.   Applaud... Continue Reading →

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