Originally posted on Valleys are deep, mountains are high, wind moans, and I am as unpredictable as sky’s warth: Smoke rainbows Fill the night. Burning bone fire Twisted rite. I am gray Lost from sight. I am a wound That bleeds Black night. I wish I was eternal As lovers can be. I wish…

via “SMOKE RAINBOWS” — Ellie belfiglio

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