So many feet
above white
flair of the peaks
So many feet
close to witness the clouds
from side and above
And how come? Tired eyes?
Where my dear?
Where are those all-holding strings?
Smile, they are, though
to be seen thru hearts
in mirrors, from below
Cause strings is holding
holding is strings
holding just enough
Got so much strength
now only to
make for us
Make sweet and bit salty
meat pancakes
Only if I could
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 5:10 PM UTC
So many feet
above white
flair of the peaks
So many feet
close to witness the clouds
from side and above
And how come? Tired eyes?
Where my dear?
Where are those all-holding strings?
Smile, they are, though
to be seen thru hearts
in mirrors, from below
Cause strings is holding
holding is strings
holding just enough
Got so much strength
now only to
make for us
Make sweet and bit salty
meat pancakes
Only if I could