2 acessos
Now she walks the land
The heart of which she always belonged to
On the back ways
Finding wild flowers and stones
For a wise woman's treasury
She set free to the wind
When the clock of her memory dispersed
Dandelion
Into uncountable incomprehensible time capsules
Film rearranged on the reel
In her eyes, i would always be four
Four years old
Dandelion
My dandelion
It is not uncomplicated when the life of a loved one fades away