inspiration from cartoons and new identification pictures.

[praenomenepoch]

water can spill from the sky unto you
and children of forgotten mothers dot these fertile grounds
for which the rain falls from steady providence

adorned above you is a shield of grace
scathed with holes that seep sunlight across your face

you with a dread and regret upon your eye
turned with seasons leaves you have been left fallen
amongst the dissipating treasured colours be swept

sending simplicity from desire
without you i'm a flicker flung from the fire
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this is something i wish i could finish...but i can't