sweet buttery poetry
So today I went to the city. Cities I said I’d never live. But I made the most I watched the people I felt the summer’s end. And I could imagine myself …
But oh my dear the trees know your name because you and them share the same one. And the birds flew south to carry you your dreams because you and them sing …
So I’m trying not to move, as I sit here in stillness and then he tells me there’s something else I need to go and do. He says, go listen to the …