Little Crown

Little crown
Come on down
The field is empty
And the sun is high.

Strange place, here.
Strange place, brighter skies.

Little dream
Blow up steam
The pages are empty
By me, it's fine.

Strange ways, I have.
Strange ways, of meandering love.

- February 20th and March 27th 2016

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