Jul 2018
sail the fields
like her silhouette would
whisper: “someday
the bluebells will
crush beneath your
fingers”
like her sunlight would
wander: someday
the soil
will cover her
footsteps.
like her silhouette would
whisper: “someday
the bluebells will
crush beneath your
fingers”
like her sunlight would
wander: someday
the soil
will cover her
footsteps.
