I Write Poetry
I creep between the cracks of hard cement
I am a weed, misunderstood
I grow, I feel
I persist
Blossoming, changing, vibrating
Child of the sun
Love light
馃尡
I am a weed, misunderstood
I grow, I feel
I persist
Blossoming, changing, vibrating
Child of the sun
Love light
馃尡