Mist falls over the garden tonight
It’s wispy tendrils of memory clouding my mind
With hushed hide-and-seek whispers
Tiny toes in tiny sandals
Blown dandelion seeds
The warmth of the windows after sun
Perhaps my future had made me forget my past.
It’s wispy tendrils of memory clouding my mind
With hushed hide-and-seek whispers
Tiny toes in tiny sandals
Blown dandelion seeds
The warmth of the windows after sun
Perhaps my future had made me forget my past.