05-12-2020, 03:00 PM
Nature
I take my friend to see the field of flowers,
Because I love her.
My sad friend, her life lacking pleasure.
In nature our stories become small and the sky becomes large.
Her body, too broken to dance with another human,
Now bends gracefully to caress a yellow blossom.
This is how she loves.
I take my friend to see the field of flowers,
Because I love her.
My sad friend, her life lacking pleasure.
In nature our stories become small and the sky becomes large.
Her body, too broken to dance with another human,
Now bends gracefully to caress a yellow blossom.
This is how she loves.