Lately,
I've come to grips with the consequence
Of being a deeply closeted optimist;
My outer self is the opposite:
The birds jeer me
For the wind steers me,
Knocks me down with a flick;
At least the flowers are pretty.
Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 1:33 AM UTC
Lately,
I've come to grips with the consequence
Of being a deeply closeted optimist;
My outer self is the opposite:
The birds jeer me
For the wind steers me,
Knocks me down with a flick;
At least the flowers are pretty.
