Poems from FlowerF00d
I yearn
For fields of yellow
In rays,
like ribbons wrapped around us,
The hour sparkles gold
No thoughts to think
Only porcelain skin to...
More than being a language with diverse vocabulary associated to sounds, music is an instinct that flows from the human soul onto the...
It's interesting to have to even consider what my Village would be, considering I am supposed to be in a village. Yet, I find myself having...
Open windows down the block
Happy homes with tender gardens
Blue skies paint the air
You'll see brush strokes if you stare
Pass the picket...
To me,
nothing quite spells out victory
like a warm bath filling steam to the room.
The suds for soaking worn heels from which we've...