• taetae_ 8w

    Love is not helped, love is a help.

    Stellified sanctum with skeletons of lost love
    initiate amplified rays filling sober sonar,
    blue whales in wild know me!
    purple crocus hiding saffron love within
    chiffon moon catches fire of night
    literature captures frostfire
    fondly succumbing to earth
    old words like old liquor
    seeps into ground
    sunflower blooms in the morning
    from the same seed
    which blooms into
    a moonflower.
    the honey that drips out of this seed
    is love, that's a help,
    to the long lost souls.
    It doesn't need a help to be understood,
    //love is a help itself! //