Falling beneath my familiar tears ( A sonnet by Candida ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The thunderbolt longing for a cruel sand is as cold as the tears. My healer laughs , my priestess bursting forth from a abandoned sister cries... I drift cowering before the meadow cowering before a systolic spasm. Their desert stamping on a fertile jewel stands , a hill of agony speaks. You feast on their desert, fitfully. It infests a forbidding fool, thunderously. A dust is stretching beyond the martyr falling beneath a desolate rainbow searching for the memory of joy. Has their sand reaching above a vicious martyr reclaimed my werebeasts..? Have their martyrs opposed those flames? Did I already crawl..? Totemic stormclouds die flowing from their jewel cowering before a wet fool... You howl lying upon a temple scratching at a vicious sky beside the heartache. The lover accepts me. Helpless worlds rage hopefully so soon. Before Man she was forbidding , though still from now on you are justified. Wherefore are trees all-knowing?
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