dried flowers,
collected on a sunny day, pressed
between the pages of an old book. you spend the day in the meadow, picking berries and eating picnic sandwiches. you're wearing a sundress and your bare feet are dirty with soft soil. butterflies are everywhere.
in a week/hozier and karen cowley
winter crying uncle/daniel hart
29 #strafford APTS/bon iver
steady/the staves
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It's Raining Sunflowers and Strawberries
Poetryan ongoing list of the lovely, gentle, and beautiful little things in life, with a short playlist accompanying each. submissions/ideas gladly accepted and credited. cover by @shethetigress
