Water made from words goes lamenting
Ice on the bee’s wings
Grandma trees enter me
Whimsy in a scarf she knitted
Kittens with curry breath
Noses hung on gravity
Glassy the eyes refuse their object
The sun sinks the playground throughly
Water made from words goes lamenting
Ice on the bee’s wings
Grandma trees enter me
Whimsy in a scarf she knitted
Kittens with curry breath
Noses hung on gravity
Glassy the eyes refuse their object
The sun sinks the playground throughly