the spirit of
your flowers is
my favourite shelter
we were in love is
the main
thing
faintest green light in
tree pulls me forward
whenever life is
beautiful makes
me think of you
carry color of the
forest to be with
you to belong to
this world with
you to have what
we have and that is it
yes the present
is between the
past and future
but is too radical
to be called
the middle