What if it were as simpleas knocking three times, blinkingrepeatedly, & clicking your heels?
You’d be on your knees, luckystars kissed-blown, dandelionsconserved instead of holding breath
Because this could be your last.
What if it were as simpleas knocking three times, blinkingrepeatedly, & clicking your heels?
You’d be on your knees, luckystars kissed-blown, dandelionsconserved instead of holding breath
Because this could be your last.
- John Steinbeck