Liquid clouds sail by
Between green branches they float...
Talking to
vanishing lights...
Heaven weeps,
with wings outstretched as if...
Bending the gravity
you start falling upward...
Oft in the deep wood,
Deer run...
Climbing the same tree
Has lost its appeal when milled...
Staring At The Window.
I stare out the pane...
Almost reached.
Your tongue slips...
Sorry to disturb you dude,
But I don't get a lot of time to chat...
Daisies surround the bluebells
as green swallows the whole field...
What it means to bloom -
something akin to adoration...
a watery world
that gave us our lives now cries...