Littlest Brontides | cereseithne
Roaring TempestThe cerulean irises, which once mirrored the splendiferousness of azure heavens gracing above the grassy cliffs, were nothing but stentorian tempest now. Seethed with complete insouciance and overwhelming mopes.
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Littlest Brontides
PoetryAn anthology tackling the cosmic baffling collision of societal conditions and the incalculable prejudices and other musings coming as littlest brontides with a hope that their low rumbles may find their ways to you. Always and forever, Ceres Eithne