The water is shallow
The moss banks are green
The daffodils yellow
Everything's clean.
The water is murky
The moss is a pity
The daffodils dead
Been replaced by a city.
YOU ARE READING
The worlds paper planes.
PoetryPoetry about the observable world in which we are found present.
Daffodil
The water is shallow
The moss banks are green
The daffodils yellow
Everything's clean.
The water is murky
The moss is a pity
The daffodils dead
Been replaced by a city.
