Drifting, watching as the roses wither
their tempo catches on me
hair grows longer until it drops off
leaving my scalp freezing in its age
My forehead is drawn towards the grass
eyes can't take light anymore
the sun throws whispers onto my skin: now it's the time
to fall asleep with the roses
Hiia hoi ja hei vaan, haastan blogirunoilijan runohaasteeseen. Eli eikun limerikkiä kirjoittamaan.
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