flowers of the sun don’t know when i realise the fields of flowers beating down your eyes this time of year are no longer here that wild violent yellow racing off towards forever might now be nothing more than edge of childhood memory
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
flowers of the sun don’t know when i realise the fields of flowers beating down your eyes this time of year are no longer here that wild violent yellow racing off towards forever might now be nothing more than edge of childhood memory