(spring).

(spring).

A Poem by Zelda Gin

hey dear, don’t pick up leaves

he won’t come back anymore

and don’t pluck flowers, please

that’s what season means for.

your spring shoes echo of breath

please, begone to find

him where the horizon drips

then weep right by my side.

05/06/2014 

© 2014 Zelda Gin


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Zelda Gin
Zelda Gin

Japan



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