How could I grow roots?I am just a bird with bleeding wings
of struggle, battling demons.
If I would fall in love with a tree,
perhaps if I ireversibly would fall in love with a tree
with long long branches, so long they bend down
swaying its leaves above the ground,
kissing the roots.
I would stay, live with him and he would be my world.
“I will make you the flower everblooming with clean perfume.”
Andreea Garden, February 2017
