Once, I returned Tulip, Once I became (opens in new tab)

once the city sprouted with gods— seeds whispers, freshly braided with the breaths of the ancients; tombs cracked impulses like husks and roots curled from the bones of history. say once, children built homes in the ribs of cedars. their colours of laughter carved into a country bark. once, elders named their dreams after a tree. for trees do not forget the orders . . . The post Once, I returned Tulip, Once I became first appeared on Reckoning.