all the flowers are concreted
moulded in a seed
the grass is growing
twirling round my dreams
the sky has come down for breakfast
but I have nothing to offer
so I offer nothing
and this is accepted
and the sky gets up and leaves.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 6:54 AM UTC
all the flowers are concreted
moulded in a seed
the grass is growing
twirling round my dreams
the sky has come down for breakfast
but I have nothing to offer
so I offer nothing
and this is accepted
and the sky gets up and leaves.