I wouldn’t mindif life left me…winglessburnt to cindersripped by stormsscattered…like weedscelestially woundedwithout cherry blossomsto perish withbut I would crywith head held in my handsif it left me…unfulfilled.
I wouldn’t mindif life left me…winglessburnt to cindersripped by stormsscattered…like weedscelestially woundedwithout cherry blossomsto perish withbut I would crywith head held in my handsif it left me…unfulfilled.