Jan 2015
They never existed;
they sip lemonade with me
on a porch.
They ask me who I am;
I ask them to stay,
to blossom into reality
like a harsh lotus
I cannot touch
through the glass.
they sip lemonade with me
on a porch.
They ask me who I am;
I ask them to stay,
to blossom into reality
like a harsh lotus
I cannot touch
through the glass.
