A little blue flower Sleeps beside the stream, Holding yesterday’s whisper Like a half-remembered dream. Small petals face the morning, Where fading shadows go. No words remain between us, Only blue beneath the snow.
A little blue flower Sleeps beside the stream, Holding yesterday’s whisper Like a half-remembered dream. Small petals face the morning, Where fading shadows go. No words remain between us, Only blue beneath the snow.
