kickinglovers

Identity Rests.

Do fall swiftly like sunrise,
at a pace as gentle as silence of trees.
Take a day to reach the ground
many hours to sigh at the insentient surroundings.
You win hearts and flowers, but in intervalls.
Proud to be, proud to see.
Appropriately denominated the queen of your consitution.
A star frozen in you. Stone in.
Like -Indigestion in dark.
Stretched as far as the ionosphere
yet so seen by blind eyes.
Pointy little toes, red dragon beating.
Fire heart, scoldishly bright.
You are that of which needs nothing more.. nothing more
than, unfound words.






-Sprout el la puppy with his favourite toy. Before he left to live with a mister.