Purple Poppies and Dandelions
In a field of purple poppies and dandelions, I found a seat on a bench. Cool air, soft but swift. Warm cheeks, squinted eyes, songs of nature, tears of not knowing why I’m even crying right now. Tears hold it…
Faith W
In a field of purple poppies and dandelions, I found a seat on a bench. Cool air, soft but swift. Warm cheeks, squinted eyes, songs of nature, tears of not knowing why I’m even crying right now. Tears hold it…