Dear Sorcerer

We lay, Firmly rooted And reach our pale faces To the late day sun. We grow twisted around the rails And defeat our own purpose… To catch the late day sun. We have been ignored. Our search for water, Has lead to dusty tears, After another late day sun. A little more And we’ll reach around your room. We’ll twist around your door and open it… To the early day sun. Sincerely, Twisted Hearts