The Gift of Spring
2023-03-07T11:21:17-05:00At first, The grief was as thick as the Nimbostratus clouds That swallowed the sun The
At first, The grief was as thick as the Nimbostratus clouds That swallowed the sun The
Look at view As beautiful as you Across the sea You can kiss me And
It’s so hot; my igloo’s melting I’m chopping trees, my neighbour's smelting It’s like Minecraft, but
What beauty lies in rain of darkened day? If sorrow blooms in chest’s firm clenched fists
Take the heart of a broken lass, swung around your pinky fast Heal her heart with
‘Tis a gloomius day with racshack clouds The squawkety squacks are chattering loud And rochety rats
Strangers came and went like the sun rose and set The museum never truly devoid of
Always (only) a campfire guitarist, My hands sift stiff through the strings. Short fingers can seldom
For WOMAN, LIFE, LIBERTY For dancing in the alleys and street For the fear of getting
If home is like a body How do we study its anatomy? It’s winding hallways the