Remove the dirt
A crisp blank white paper
Waiting to be filled
Sow the sunflower seeds
Write me wonderful things
Of beautiful places and feelings
To come.
Forget the sunsets,
Remember every sunrise.
Drown the coffee in a sink
And sip the lemon tea
The sweetness of commencement
Is at the tip of your tongue
Is at the tip of your tongue
No comments:
Post a Comment