What leaves you
behind
you gatherer of my light
I slowly grow
upwards
where you fade
my flower
Is
where you end
but I will find you
later
In our fall
Day 2312, upwards.
Day's pictures, PoetryWhat leaves you
behind
you gatherer of my light
I slowly grow
upwards
where you fade
my flower
Is
where you end
but I will find you
later
In our fall
Nochrisis 