
Michaela
Girl with Flowers
Girl with flowers Standing in the sand Up to her hips and Plucking petals "Do you love me?" They turn to seeds And she flings them In an alchemy like Lightning striking sand Making of her glass Gold
Girl with flowers Standing in the sand Up to her hips and Plucking petals "Do you love me?" They turn to seeds And she flings them In an alchemy like Lightning striking sand Making of her glass Gold