the moon is hiding in

her hair.

The

lily

of heaven

full of all dreams,

draws down.
cover her briefness in singing

close her with the intricate faint birds
by daisies and twilights

Deepen her,
Recite

upon her

flesh

the rain’s
pearls singly-whispering.

– e.e. cummings, the moon is hiding in

(Source: petrichour)

the moon is hiding in

her hair.

The

lily

of heaven

full of all dreams,

draws down.
cover her briefness in singing

close her with the intricate faint birds
by daisies and twilights

Deepen her,
Recite

upon her

flesh

the rain’s
pearls singly-whispering.

– e.e. cummings, the moon is hiding in

(Source: petrichour)

People aren’t listening to each other. People will be statement-and-response for 20 seconds, and then someone else will be like, ‘Oh, look what’s in the newspaper.’