B
Green teardrop winters
soaked through watercolour peripheral vision.
A noticed personal clock, was slowing down its gears
but love caressed its rhythm.
A prideful anchor tossed the salt of the ocean floor to a storm of depression.
The tattered rags with a once lost direction, decided to heal and become a blanket for the broken.
soaked through watercolour peripheral vision.
A noticed personal clock, was slowing down its gears
but love caressed its rhythm.
A prideful anchor tossed the salt of the ocean floor to a storm of depression.
The tattered rags with a once lost direction, decided to heal and become a blanket for the broken.