
As the clouds turn to monochromatic greys,
Paper cutout tears fall,
Opening the sky.
Releasing stars into the void,
Gently floating,
To rest on a bed of flowers.
As if to say,
Bloom.
As the clouds turn to monochromatic greys,
Paper cutout tears fall,
Opening the sky.
Releasing stars into the void,
Gently floating,
To rest on a bed of flowers.
As if to say,
Bloom.