...or do they exist
for my thumb to wipe like this
if only i could climb
your thorned wall sublime...
YOU ARE READING
protea
Poetry"her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high." a flower, protea an admirer a past of pain a garden of rehabilitation a love soil deep Come see their journey
thorns
...or do they exist
for my thumb to wipe like this
if only i could climb
your thorned wall sublime...
