I ever never water wroth Whence some bringst seed On vastness land of bald. sleet Wilt never turn nor growth As all of tis land breathing Doth not i taketh sleet To moon or far long wroth I get i stream become beast In sight of their bald thought Wouldst thou mastery thunder Nay never wouldst, nature Canst even hark nor halt for beings Tis sleet of mine of beast As same the nature sleet Come thunder as with rainbow fade— % & OPEN FOR COLLAB✨ #ATrainydaypic • A Challenge by Aesthetic Thoughts! ✨ Collab with your soulful words.✨ • Must use hashtag: #aestheticthoughts • Please maintain the aesthetics.
