fools of happiness.

slumber, my fingers pullover mind, a drowning of us,an open dance, mindlessness evermore; winter’s wounds deny, disown madness,it is afar from where we left, grieved,the salvation into the abyssal tonguealone, in thalassic sway whilst we are fools of happiness. © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved. Written for the dVerse prompt: Write a quadrille (a poem of … Continue reading fools of happiness.