Vagabonds: Anthology of the Mad Ones Vagabonds Vol. 3 | Seite 10

Tall Grass and Hidden Love
T.N. Brooks
Moss covered lungs
Such from all the spores
That coated her lips and her hips
Flowers that grew around her back
A pattern I could trace for years
And bees on her wrists
Birds on her feet
And dandelions in her hair
She was a figment of my imagination
That always came to life
Underneath the night sky and glittering stars
Hidden safely behind my closed eyelids.
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