field
freedom
we chase
in holy mischief
butterflies
on a gentle breeze
giggles and laughter
amid songs of bees
like children
lost in time
∸
nights
fermented in tears
slowly made my soul fertile
now I run wild
through blossoming fields
alive in eternal spring
≁
plough my heart
with your name
for if its you
I forget to remember
then I haven’t really remembered
anything