Oct 2019
My hair grows
Like patience
drying
Baby's-breath
against my will
behind my back
Past
yesterday's destiny
Distanced
jungle long
in time for every
sunrise and sunset.
Like patience
drying
Baby's-breath
against my will
behind my back
Past
yesterday's destiny
Distanced
jungle long
in time for every
sunrise and sunset.
I sing about blooming under the same moon. You need a full moon to bloom.
