Don’t want muddy tracks on a floor still dirty from melted snow to be how I know it’s spring. Freshly blooming flowers don’t worry about six feet or face masks, but they need rain and […]
I had all the confidence to cultivate forever this one bloom;
It would forever be the prettiest thing in my mind.
I am so sorry, I want you to know
How truly sorry I am.
Best for last, after all,
the evilest require some time to take.
As if my writing were an orphan beating on doors at midnight.