Mystic Orchards
🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟➕ “This is for whoever cores the poison apple, reelingSeeds for a newborn forest, and for whoever waitsTo clench, at those aged canopies,God in the mist at dawn” From the very first note, rapture, a fissure opening in my chest, as everything stills, and a lump, deep in my throat,…