Aug 2020
You were the sky, and I,
patches of green.
A lone seed long burrowed.
In flight, it quietly dreams.
Now the nights are long and
the months cold,
still I feel your warmth
in my damp home.
patches of green.
A lone seed long burrowed.
In flight, it quietly dreams.
Now the nights are long and
the months cold,
still I feel your warmth
in my damp home.
