laying in my bed at night
bright moonshine coming through my window, it even seems like it's just 9 p.m.
surrounded by warm candlelight and inspiration;
plants to help my study herbalism and messy to-do lists and writings here and there,
writing about my ordinary days and secret love letters to you
surrounded with cards; sweet words from my friends and pressed-on dried flowers
cards with poppy's and herbs and your perfume-a sweet little evening moment
YOU ARE READING
01. poppyseed
Poetry🌾 about people, little moments, bumblebees, universe and made-up words