Wisteria

Dried grass clung onto your laces
Violets left unwatered
Find our hands interlocked
By the riverbed
Buzzards fly over
Songbirds at our feet

Driftwood finds the shore
Sail hung low for our escape
We'll get away
From the place we were born

We'll grow like sprouts
From the dirt we kicked up
Even if I tried
At least I never gave up



Credits
Writer(s): Rowan Crystal
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