She wore footsteps in her horizon
The fly flew exactly where it was aching to be a bee
The Aunt eater, was nibbling on her toast
The rat was born with its tale first,
Breathing on oxygen
The light has bugs burnt
The rainbow was the only thing left over, to be amazing
© Clarissa van Vreden
Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 3:12 PM UTC
She wore footsteps in her horizon
The fly flew exactly where it was aching to be a bee
The Aunt eater, was nibbling on her toast
The rat was born with its tale first,
Breathing on oxygen
The light has bugs burnt
The rainbow was the only thing left over, to be amazing
© Clarissa van Vreden