f e u i l l e.

t u i le .

v e r r e .

une seule fleur

y o k e

s t i l l e .

f l e u r .

stung spin motion claps of daisies still

picked lone

lips on sills in brown study mill

to be powered side your mind 

adorn not a poker face  throughout time

here strong like you would dare to believe

I dance around with the sun, like a leaf

knowing is not a curse but one thing to hold

intangibly real, floating in and beneath the soul 

> wolf