someday, someone will leap from my giant loops and walls
enough of all the waters of love from me get drain
enough to get all the flowers under the rain
someday, someone would get every single drop
like a pile of birds feasing on the crops
is he, is he the scarecrow flying on my back?
muddy feets walking in the paddle of staple love
i chase everyone with my dumbfounding might
trampled down in your starry night
March 05, 2023 (4:02pm)
von, scarecrow
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Pieces of Moonbeams
PoetryPieces of Moonbeams | 2023 This poetry collection contains proses & proses woven from my heart. Pieces here are a part of me. Stained by longing, love, grief, hurt, happiness, and any other available emotion I could profoundly describe. -- I am rel...
