#aubade

A charming wanderer carrying his lyre , mostly is fine with his curse, then why is he still looking for the cure? Simple. Out of guilt.

by Louise Glück

There was one summer that returned many times over there was one flower unfurling taking many forms

Crimson of the monarda, pale gold of the late roses

There was one love There was one love, there were many nights

Smell of the mock orange tree Corridors of jasmine and lilies Still the wind blew

There were many winters but I closed my eyes The cold air white with dissolved wings

There was one garden when the snow melted Azure and white; I couldn’t tell my solitude from love —

There was one love; he had many voices There was one dawn; sometimes we watched it together

I was here I was here

whoops-

Here's a variety of Foopaballs, of many shapes and sizes! I'll keep an eye out for more the next time I make more transparent edits, too!

Also, he totally took two rays out to use as knives and not because I didn't realize he had two more rays until after I finished coloring

Aubade belongs to @scarredlove

/ōˈbäd/

noun