Posted by Iris-Champagne on June 23, 2020 at 10:08 AM as a stickied post | leave a mark

Casablanca Lilies.

Black.

Blue.

White.

On a cliff, staring at the wine purple sea and the crystal castle at a distance, and suddenly, My love, the drums are calling.

Purple and fire in the sky and a warning. There's no sense in hiding from the front lines, because they've been here the whole time.

I sleep to keep my mind at ease with your head on my lap, gazing on to the horizon, and a white lily clenched on your chest, we wander through a dream of what we once believed. But, alas, no rest until we face the truth and draw it to the light:
Beware of wolves who hide their teeth, they'll take you and leave you.
This is a call to arms.
Will you embrace me before its too late?
This is a call to arms.

Posted by Iris-Champagne on June 29, 2020 at 06:15 PM | leave a mark
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