Dec 2017
This is how
I want
to hold you:
Third eyes locked
hearts unsheathed
Listening to chirps
fluttering softly
onto the tips
of the dew
below.
I want
to hold you:
Third eyes locked
hearts unsheathed
Listening to chirps
fluttering softly
onto the tips
of the dew
below.
Written to the melody of the first bird in the early morning
