Winterscore ©
Thursday, March 12, 2026
Our dreams blow across these
Our dreams blow across these
Zen-less gardens unraked
They can be planted here
Regardless of mistake
Wise children learn to cope
We bloom in the hardest
Aloe to ourselves when
We are Avant-gardist
No comments:
Post a Comment
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment