
Is it the ocean’s kiss
that revives a dying sun?
or the moon’s longing whispers?
If not,
is it the hushed tears from the blinking stars?
Is it the ocean’s kiss
that revives a dying sun?
or the moon’s longing whispers?
If not,
is it the hushed tears from the blinking stars?
In the wardrobe
of the forgotten fields
I found wildflowers for me.
Found these tiny flowers yesterday.
Googled and found that it is Murdannia Semeteres.