She is fluent
as languages
and lullabies
the moon
could ever
dream of.
YOU ARE READING
Pareidolia
PoetryMy wild flower I know you have thousands of thorns, but still I see your face in every petal and I love to plant you between the blank pages of my book. I'll keep you forever even you're not fragrant anymore.
lxxxv
She is fluent
as languages
and lullabies
the moon
could ever
dream of.
