febuaryyraubef flowers
the land is flat.
burns under the sun.
the sloping hills, the death of a rose.
reflection in the pond.
sleeping underwater.
drowning and then waking up.
i have seen your hand in the clouds,
you are the key to my lock.
burns under the sun.
the sloping hills, the death of a rose.
reflection in the pond.
sleeping underwater.
drowning and then waking up.
i have seen your hand in the clouds,
you are the key to my lock.