Petals in the parking lot:
They look like little stars.
My eyes move with each dancing dot
As they twirl under cars.
I sat and watched the galaxy,
But how often do I run,
And miss art that passes by me
Just so I can get things done?
Petals in the parking lot:
They look like little stars.
My eyes move with each dancing dot
As they twirl under cars.
I sat and watched the galaxy,
But how often do I run,
And miss art that passes by me
Just so I can get things done?
Love🌸