The fields were gold with dandelions
As the blood dripped from my knees
The fields were gold with dandelions
As I tasted a sour defeat
The fields were gold with dandelions
The last time you saw me
The fields were gold with dandelions
The day my soul was freed.
(Golden and gone.)
From: Hanako.
To: The golden feilds of yesterday.
YOU ARE READING
letters unsent.
PoetryI'm going to fall a lot before I learn to fly. (The recent poems are better.) -------- .˚ ᵎ┊͙ ⋆*☁️ ⓒ fallen-spector
