Feb 2018
And they would
stand with me
refusing to let
light leave the room
like how during storms
the earth holds the grass
close to its chest.
My brothers,
What is this
Mad. Mad. Love.
stand with me
refusing to let
light leave the room
like how during storms
the earth holds the grass
close to its chest.
My brothers,
What is this
Mad. Mad. Love.
