I tattered your Yellow Wallpaper,
And trenched along your Groves.
To find that little special place,
Creeping amidst your Prose.
I scouted your Lands in search,
For what I found most dear.
But frankly I never found much,
That Gem was always there.
So as I walk my fickled Wood,
I realized something good.
I really never understood,
And I never really could.
Light Eddies And Venerable Elm,
Meant Everything.
Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 2:32 PM UTC
I tattered your Yellow Wallpaper,
And trenched along your Groves.
To find that little special place,
Creeping amidst your Prose.
I scouted your Lands in search,
For what I found most dear.
But frankly I never found much,
That Gem was always there.
So as I walk my fickled Wood,
I realized something good.
I really never understood,
And I never really could.
Light Eddies And Venerable Elm,
Meant Everything.