Phy

I never told you, how i picked up berries
Never fold you, held you in my palm.
Like you did, with all of my worries.
Did, and cried me numb.

I never told you, It meant more than spring.
More than fourth, more than april.
It meant heart of fathom and seat of king.
Of a queen laid martyr.

At least I did, how I've sinned
Listened to a bow sing sparrow
Ive eaten toward lean fangs i leaned.
Bones in the marrow.

I grawl and thirst, I.m eaten aside.
I cast the imps of imps passer's by.
I'm you.
Blue.

Gaze your green eyes
Graze without a map.
Like a sheep, whose fists o track.
With kites