Poems from Tirussel

to have sight, yet you still can't see.
out of a garden, a garden filled with rows, of assorted roses, a dandelion grows. pricked and looked down upon, the dandelion hides,...
to have sight, yet you still can't see.
out of a gardena garden, a garden filled with rows of assorted roses, a dandelion grows. pricked and looked down apon, the dandelion hides...