Specks of dust drift away
Fragments of the past scatter in the air
Weariness crawls, mute, at the end of the road
Tag: death
The Flower
her wordless wings set free by the lights of bonfire beneath cold dirty ground dark bloods that she spilled over … More
Flying To Heaven
Flew beyond borders Across the mountains and the oceans They are life travellers Above the rotating earth
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