Dec 2017
i imagine me writing
as i imagine a gardener who plants seeds but does not know if they will become
the most beautiful flower
or the prickiest of herbs
as i imagine a gardener who plants seeds but does not know if they will become
the most beautiful flower
or the prickiest of herbs
29.12.17 / 16.03 / reflection on how i never know if my poems will sound nice out of my head
