My heart's borders stretch beyond
The coast
The east
the mountains.
There are gardens in this place.
Althrough we've been stomped.
We will turn upwards again.
We are the flowers,
Dashed pockets of life or light
Up turned to the sun.
And bloom
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 11:51 PM UTC
My heart's borders stretch beyond
The coast
The east
the mountains.
There are gardens in this place.
Althrough we've been stomped.
We will turn upwards again.
We are the flowers,
Dashed pockets of life or light
Up turned to the sun.
And bloom
