Wildflowers
A new life is birthing I peek out from patterns eyes peel back the lanterns this surf is a swift one It's a delicate thrashing this undertow daunting the task is at hand and not a moment too soon When doubled and breaking all wide-eyed and crazy, you'll whisper sweet something's to the one you are saving your mirror and likeness your servant and highness the Earth in one being your body, the Queen Written by Ayla Nereo, Show yourself
