My hand is pink and soft,
It points forward and is ready to grab yours.
Do you see it in this autumn fog?
The orange trees cheer us up when
Ups and downs entertain us
And give us reasons for long coffees.
Science meets poetry
My hand is pink and soft,
It points forward and is ready to grab yours.
Do you see it in this autumn fog?
The orange trees cheer us up when
Ups and downs entertain us
And give us reasons for long coffees.