_the wettest grass-_
are the tears we shed.
So when our eyes are: _dry and
so empty,_
we know all our grass is dead!
_on the greener side_...Do you know
how to even get there?
Searching a heart' veld, what
shall you find?
__(all has been destroyed
by a tragedy' fire)__
Dec 20, 2021
Dec 20, 2021 at 10:50 AM UTC
