Lonely flowers Growing, with laughter Each petal, dancing one after another like the children they're running with laughter but soon they'll cry soon they'll cry...
Too soon to know, too late to change. We're on our way to experience it all. Be patient and kind. Don't rush me. I'll not push you. Together we may just make it !
Sorry about the way I fall how mortality fades me through and with. Inevitably it's this And this is this. In you and calling Me out so much Not seeing is. To me a true being. (you)