Finding words where I don't want them,
upon a branch a broken clock.
Bare and born of snow.
I haven't felt like myself lately.
Work breaching the sea over and over.
All I do is dream between.
Spring is within reach.
It all could be framed with leaves.
Maybe all this could be something
better.
A bloom.
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 7:45 PM UTC
Finding words where I don't want them,
upon a branch a broken clock.
Bare and born of snow.
I haven't felt like myself lately.
Work breaching the sea over and over.
All I do is dream between.
Spring is within reach.
It all could be framed with leaves.
Maybe all this could be something
better.
A bloom.