This night
I've never felt this alone in my life.
The rose wilts.
A gathering forms around me.
I'm pressed against the wood.
The sound fills the air.
There is no ocean left for my remnants.
It goes dark.
I am now one with the earth.
Still the file on you is incomplete.
The rose wilts.
A gathering forms around me.
I'm pressed against the wood.
The sound fills the air.
There is no ocean left for my remnants.
It goes dark.
I am now one with the earth.
Still the file on you is incomplete.
1 Comments:
Quite lovely my dear.
So many unfinished projects - we can never hope to complete them all...
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