In a field of flowers, she sits alone
weaving daisies into chains
humming in a monotone
in a field of flowers, she sits alone
as if it's all she's ever known
this weaving into skeins
in a field of flowers, she sits alone
weaving daisies into chains.
This certainly is an interesting form of poetry, and another I didn't know of!
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing,
Emanuel