She dreams, questions the sacred. Flying. Paper held, turned through growing revealed roses. It (he) seems so central. It (he) says so much. It (he) does not tell all. Deep in my well I know you would be just held. Just held. Risen, appropriate to the new blooming.
Roses, Siddhis, Hues.
Roses, Siddhis, Hues.
Roses, Siddhis, Hues.
She dreams, questions the sacred. Flying. Paper held, turned through growing revealed roses. It (he) seems so central. It (he) says so much. It (he) does not tell all. Deep in my well I know you would be just held. Just held. Risen, appropriate to the new blooming.