we are trees ,
the branches our hands,
and the leaves our hope.
we're trying our best to hold on,
but in this place,
it's autumn all year round.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Balloon Thoughts
Poesiaher world didn't hang on a thread. instead in the air, full of helium.
trees
we are trees ,
the branches our hands,
and the leaves our hope.
we're trying our best to hold on,
but in this place,
it's autumn all year round.
