A Woolfian Escape
a catchcall of butterflies
casting their errands
circling the petty coat
flourishing minds
and celluloid burning
stars
indeterminately far away
the gaze swinging down again in awe
a mooring coat
wading the water ice thin
a smile
This is lovely Patrick. Thankyou for following my blog :) Its lovely when i get a new follower haha
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