December 12, 2024

I want to fall on a bed of flowers and hum to the sky. Feel the cold wind while it whispers. The town is too shabby for an old stray like my soul. I want to smell the earth sleeping under me. Feel the stem crumbled beneath me while the sun slumbers under the ivory blanket. May the cloud hear my song and carry my wish to where the world end. Let me be the courier of all the lonely soul yearning for the woods.