We kept looking at the sky for three apples to fall.
our mouths open like this
the apple seems to be on the tree
but we realized too late
Wherever we came back from the loss, it was always snow for us
Our summer is tied to black winter
ok that was so dramatic
so not that much
how much do you say
I don't care either
ant,
surely lives life when it gets dark
if cicada was an insect.
not relevant but
Sometimes I want to make a crown of stars
in such clear weather
a worry and a doubt inside of me
what if the king says come
when you wear it in your hair
Then I think of unpredictable daisies
you know, on the spare crown
by the right of withdrawal
the purpose is to be on that throne