Blue and battered falling… like leaves Aren’t words apt; hollow in feeling? When, you’re rummaging-depth of seaweeds, Drowning; besides mermaids a merman ever sweetly.
I am a seagull and all your creations Are as a sea wave beneath my wings So, Lord Mine is the voice off all things Traveled, together in you… Lord. What is the meaning of all this evil?
Love hangs upon a star But it’s equally as scared As a ministering moon, Whose prayers go unaired? Who’s absent hope abjection? Cries a harbor light! “Love me, land on me soon.
Why, dandelion it isn’t easy to lie down In these weeds and fall in love We don’t all have to be golden, Stoic, and upright; shoulders above. To fall like a seed-head
