when I am heavyhearted
my thoughts fly
they float alone
single
on a forgotten street
with a blue like my sweater
under its wings
hovering
hurting
ruminating eternally
By Rosa, age 11
Photo by crochetgal via flickr
when I am heavyhearted
my thoughts fly
they float alone
single
on a forgotten street
with a blue like my sweater
under its wings
hovering
hurting
ruminating eternally
By Rosa, age 11
Photo by crochetgal via flickr