I didn’t go out looking for anything.
But something soft was already waiting on the ground.
Petals that fall in spring…
Still find a way to be seen.
Not everything blooms above.
Some things arrive quietly at your feet.
I didn’t go out looking for anything.
But something soft was already waiting on the ground.
Petals that fall in spring…
Still find a way to be seen.
Not everything blooms above.
Some things arrive quietly at your feet.
