Tiniest frays, trims, ribbons, seams of jeans, shirts and curtains,
They say it’s a mess,
She says it’s for the best,
She climbs the tallest branch, spread her frilly arms and whoosh she plunges into the clouds.


Tiniest frays, trims, ribbons, seams of jeans, shirts and curtains,
They say it’s a mess,
She says it’s for the best,
She climbs the tallest branch, spread her frilly arms and whoosh she plunges into the clouds.