Saturday, June 29, 2019

Milk and Honey



Honey you're so kind,

and you always follow flight, you shoot me up inside.

You pick up every rose in sight,

but all the roses died, I'd rather keep them alive.

Roots grow slowly.



But I'd be content with time well spent,

savour the taste of sugar.



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