Licht Nr. 837

Licht Nr. 837

All the subtle Flavors of my Life
Are become bitter Seeds
And poisoned leaves without you
You represent what's true
I drain the Color from the Sky
And turn blue without You
These Arms lack a Purpose
Flapping like a humming Bird
I'm nervous 'cause I'm the left Eye
You're the right
Would it not be madness to fight
We come One


Tulip Festival
Noordoostpolder
Nederland
2015