Buttercups woven through red stringy hair
Mangled hands and tapestry everywhere
Sadness and joy and laughter and lust
Dew drops in meadows and trucks turned to rust
There's beauty in everything, from garbage to gold
The moon in the daytime, the young and the old
There's love all around us, just reach out and feel
Cast out your line, if you get a bite reel
Cuz you might have caught the very best thing of all
An inner love for yourself that you'll never let fall
May 28, 2021
May 28, 2021 at 7:44 PM UTC
Buttercups woven through red stringy hair
Mangled hands and tapestry everywhere
Sadness and joy and laughter and lust
Dew drops in meadows and trucks turned to rust
There's beauty in everything, from garbage to gold
The moon in the daytime, the young and the old
There's love all around us, just reach out and feel
Cast out your line, if you get a bite reel
Cuz you might have caught the very best thing of all
An inner love for yourself that you'll never let fall
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