when the blush of the earth sings lullabies
to the tired city
and the amber laughter of little girls
can be felt on the mouth of the wind
she likes to go to the river path
because
the sun's golden milk dribbles
down her freckled shoulders
and the stars are so violently alive
they seem to
waltz across the watery sky
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 1:32 PM UTC
when the blush of the earth sings lullabies
to the tired city
and the amber laughter of little girls
can be felt on the mouth of the wind
she likes to go to the river path
because
the sun's golden milk dribbles
down her freckled shoulders
and the stars are so violently alive
they seem to
waltz across the watery sky