petals soaking up last of sun
seeds are waiting in mist
empty pollen tubes are unravelling, collapsing
in that space between life and death and life not yet started
this is when forms unhide
and their language is revealed
symbols of wonder and melancholy
seeds are waiting in mist
empty pollen tubes are unravelling, collapsing
in that space between life and death and life not yet started
this is when forms unhide
and their language is revealed
symbols of wonder and melancholy